Page 150 of Our Chaotic Love Affair

We climbed out, water cascading down our bodies. Cash grabbed towels from a nearby cabinet, wrapping one around my shoulders before drying himself off. The air was cool against my wet skin, making me shiver. Though whether from the chill or anticipation, I couldn’t say.

He led me through the apartment, leaving damp footprints across his perfect floors. I should have felt self-conscious, walking naked through this pristine palace in the sky, but I didn’t. With Cash looking at me with raw, carnal need, I felt powerful. Beautiful. Exactly where I belonged.

His bedroom was as immaculate as the rest of the place. Massive bed with crisp white sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows with the same breathtaking view, minimalist furniture that looked basic but I knew it was high-end.

“Do you actually sleep in here?” I asked. “Or is this just for show too?”

“I sleep here.” He pulled me close, his hands sliding down to cup my ass. “Though I haven’t done much sleeping since I met you.”

“Poor baby,” I teased, running my fingers down his chest. “Am I keeping you up at night?”

“In the best possible way.” His voice dropped lower, sending shivers through me. “Get on the bed, Cleo.”

I loved when he got like this, commanding but gentle, his eyes telling me exactly what he wanted to do to me. I backed toward the bed, letting the towel drop as I went.

“How do you want me?” I asked, enjoying the way his breath caught.

“Just like that. Perfect.” He followed, stalking toward me with intent that made my heart race. “Lie back.”

I did as he asked. Cash stood at the edge of the bed, just looking at me like I was a buffet and he was trying to decide what to go for first. I resisted the urge to cover myself. I knew what he saw. My curves, my softness, all the parts of me that had made me feel insecure for so long. But the way he looked at me, like I was a feast he couldn’t wait to devour, made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

“You’re staring,” I said.

“I can’t help it.” He climbed onto the bed, moving up my body until he was hovering over me. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He kissed me, his body pressing mine into the mattress. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel all of him against me.

“Cash,” I whispered. “I need you.”

“Not yet.” He smiled against my mouth. “I want to take my time.”

His lips traveled down my neck, across my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached my breast, he took his time, circling my nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. I arched up, a moan escaping me.

“I love the sounds you make,” he murmured, moving to my other breast. “I could listen to you all night.”

His hands were everywhere. Finding all the places that made me gasp and squirm. He was learning my body like a map he wanted to memorize, and I was more than happy to be explored.

But two could play at this game.

I pushed against his chest until he rolled onto his back, looking up at me with surprise and heat in his eyes.

“My turn,” I said, straddling his thighs.

I kissed my way down his chest, taking my time, savoring the taste of his skin. His muscles tensed under my touch. When I reached his stomach, I looked up, meeting his gaze as I moved lower.

“Cleo,” he groaned.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Trust me, I feel good.”

I took him in my hand, stroking slowly, watching his face as pleasure washed over it. Then I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.

His reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breath, his hand coming to tangle in my hair. I took my time, using my tongue, my lips and hands. I pulled and sucked and had the man writhing on the bed.

“Stop,” he said after a few minutes, his voice strained. “I don’t want to finish like this.”

I released him with a smile, feeling powerful in a way I never had before. “Too much?”