Page 54 of Lucky Haven

He snaps his hand out and catches me around the waist, pulling me onto his lap as if I weigh nothing.

“Your second lesson is that your breasts are magnificent, and if you ever want to push me over the edge, you should just show them to me.”

I’m wearing a faded cotton flannel shirt today, and as Cash holds me, his gaze tracks to the buttons down the front, lingers there for a second, then lifts to my face.

Waiting.

My pulse pounds in my ears as I slowly undo one button, then another, my fingers shaking.

When his eyes hood and his attention returns to my cleavage, it stays there.

“Fuck,” he whispers as I bare my bra to him. “Fuuuuuck.”

I can’t breathe as his fingers join mine, as he pushes my shirt off my shoulder and reverently traces the elastic and lace lifting my breasts.

“You’re the best kind of temptation, Haven Bingham.” His voice is thick like honey.

Beneath my bottom, his erection is rock hard, unmistakable.

“You think you want to learn about sex from a friend nobody approves of?”

“I approve of you, and that’s all that matters.” I reach for his head, raking my fingernails through his short hair again. “Please, Cash.”

“I’m not going to take this too far,” he grinds out. “Just lessons. Nothing…irrevocable.”

He doesn’t want to take my virginity. My belly goes into free fall, but I force myself to nod. That would be asking too much. “Whatever you want to teach me. And show me.”

Because I’m not forgetting what started this. I can’t, when it feels like I’m sitting on top of a hardwood log big enough for a fire. I ache inside at the thought of having done that to him, at the illicit delight of getting to see him like that.

He grips my chin in his fingers. “You want to see my cock?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“I think you should earn it.” He licks his lips. “Can you be good, too?”

I nod eagerly.

“Straddle me.” He pats my hip. “Swing your leg over my lap and put your tits in my face.”

He holds me up as I adjust myself on top of him. We’re both wearing jeans, so there’s a good amount of denim between us, but—oh—that just amplifies the tension in his body as his cock presses right against the seam of my pants, pushing that pressure point right onto my clit.

Ohhh.

I shake as I settle my weight down on him, pleasure rippling through me already.

Just from straddling him.

“That’s it,” he croons softly. “You’re so fucking pretty, Haven. God, I love your tits. Sorry for all the swearing. Jesus. I mean⁠—”

I grab his head and pull him into my cleavage, wanting him to stop apologizing. I know what he means. I know what’s in his heart. He’s not using the Lord’s name in vain, he’s using it in…in…

A superlative way.

“Cash,” I whimper as he curves his hands around my hips, cupping my bum. “That feels so good.”

“I’ll be so good to you, Haven. I swear I will, I promise….” He trails off, mumbling into my breasts. Hot shivers race across my skin.

As he nuzzles me, he squeezes my bottom, then drags his hands up to my bra again. His fingers trace every inch of my covered flesh, then the edge of the bra, sending my breath shallow and my brain spinning.