Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“How can I cheat, Einstein? The book has been in your possession the entire game.” Not giving me the chance to formulate a response, much less announce it, Cash adds, “It’s time to lose your jeans.”
Incapable of not following the rules, I stand from my chair, then shoot my hands down to the buckle in my jeans.
“Nuh-uh,” Cash murmurs, stopping me mid-unbuttoning. “The rules are that I get to undress you.” Some of the tension on my face is replaced with humor when he murmurs, “If I can handle three pairs of socks—”
“If we didn’t wear multiple pairs, we would have had blisters the size of Texas on our feet.”
He continues talking as if I didn’t interrupt him, “I think I can handle a pair of low-riding jeans.”
“I really should shower,” I murmur more to myself than Cash when he bobs down to glide the rigid material over my butt and down my thighs.
“Nuh-uh,” he murmurs again before inhaling the faintest whiff as his nose skims the cotton material of my panties. “You smell divine. Like rain, corn, and…” He raises his eyes to mine, his mouth lifted on one side. “Books.”
He doesn’t hide his sniff this time around, and it has me torn on whether I should continue with my ruse of picking the hardest equation in the book or the easiest.
I hate losing, but would eradicating the tension burning me alive really be considered a loss?
Since it wouldn’t, I exhale the nerves fluttering in my stomach before asking a question I’ve been dying to know for the past four weeks. “What’s your issue with Gabriel?”
Cash stills for the quickest moment before he answers me.
He must really want to win.
“He slept with Vivienne.” He wets his lips before continuing. “We were going downhill before then, but that was the final straw for us.”
Even though he doesn’t sound overly upset, my heart pains for him. I can imagine how horrible it would be to be cheated on. “How did you react?”
After he slants his head to the side and hikes a brow, I stare at him, a little lost. When his eyes drop to my shirt, I realize he answered my question correctly, so he gets to remove an article of my clothing.
Smiling, I raise my arms into the air, wordlessly granting him permission to remove my shirt. It is gritty and stained from a hard day in the fields, but Cash peers at it as if it is the rainbow after the storm, a prize unworthy of him. The most gleaming trophy he’s ever won, and his response settles my apprehensions in an instant.
This feels right, so much so I stand proud and tall when he slowly pulls my shirt over my head before he dumps it on the floor next to my jeans.
“Fucking beautiful, Einstein.” He places a sneaky peck on my collarbone, making me swoon before answering my question, “I reacted poorly, but at the time, I didn’t realize I was more responding to how my reputation demanded I should instead of the so-called hurt I was meant to feel.”
“If Gabriel knew you were together, I say he deserved everything he got.”
Cash smiles, approving of my reply, before confessing, “He knew.”
“Then he deserved it.”
I peer up at him blinking when he murmurs, “But do I deserve you?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“You’re smart.” My ego doesn’t get squashed that he featured my brain before my body when he drags his hooded gaze down my now-shuddering frame. “Beautiful.” I shift my eyes from the rock behind his sweatpants to his face when he murmurs, “And have me so fucking hard, I’m fairly certain I am going to make a fool out of myself.”
With my confidence bolstered to a point I can’t contain, I do what I’ve been dying to do the past two days.
I kiss him.
When Cash’s mouth opens at the lashing request of my tongue, I stumble backward until my pantie-covered backside rests on the table we’ve been utilizing as a study nook for the past hour. A moan escapes from my mouth when his fingers move from the back of my head to my backside. He lifts me to sit on the battered material before wedging himself between my legs, pinning me between the table and him.
“Fuck, your mouth tastes divine.” He nips at my bottom lip before soothing the sting of his teeth with his tongue.
When he drops his mouth to my neck, I arch my back and thrust my breasts out. I swallow hard, unable to take my eyes off him when his lips slowly move closer to my heavily panting chest. He’s a mere inch from the stretchy material of my bra, and I’m dying in anticipation as to what he’ll do next.
“Can I?” As his fingers skim the lace edging of my bra, Cash locks his eyes with mine. They’re beaming with lust, and they are the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.