Under My Thumb (Serenade Series #1) by Abby Reynolds Page A

where we were. “Not really.”
    His eyes lightened. “What would you like to do?”
    “You haven’t showed me your bedroom.” I knew what my words implied. But I wanted to imply them.
    His eyes widened for an instant then returned to normal. Cash tried to hide his excitement, but it was a failed attempt. I knew he wanted me. I felt his erection anytime we were together. And that guy always had a hard-on. But that made me feel attractive, which I didn’t feel very often. And after seeing him naked, feeling that connection, I didn’t have any hesitation about what we were doing. Nothing felt that right when it was wrong.
    “Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the foyer. The grand stairway led to the second floor. A white banister opened in two directions. Bedrooms were on either side. I couldn’t believe how loaded this guy was. Now I started to doubt his profession. But would he lie about that?
    When we entered his room, I stared at the dark wooden furniture. His comforter was gray and his pillows were black. The room was covered in masculine colors. There was no doubt a man slept there every night. Outside his glass doors was another patio. “I can’t believe you wake up to this every morning.”
    “I c an’t believe it either.” He stood in front of me, his hands in his pockets.
    The awkwardness set in when I realized what we were about to do. But I knew I wanted to. After seeing his large cock, I wanted it inside me. To feel that fullness. And I knew our chemistry would make the sex explosive. My clitoris throbbed just thinking about it.
    He studied my face. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice carried a slight concern.
    I was surprised he asked me that. When a guy wanted to get laid, he said as little as possible.
    “Do you?”
    He stepped closer to me, his intent very clear. “Since the moment I saw you.”
    I looked at his chin, seeing the faint stubble covering his face. My hand automatically touched it, feeling the ruggedness. He didn’t flinch under my to uch. His eyes were glued to mine. Then he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles gently, the same way I kissed him. But after that, he changed.
    His hand gripped my lower back then pulled me to his chest. His mouth was on mine as he guided me to the bed. Wh ile caressing my mouth with his, he laid me down and moved on top of me. His mattress was soft and his sheets were cool against my skin.
    My legs automatically separated and wrapped around his waist. My desire came forth and I grabbed his face, deepening my kiss. His lips were soft and delicious. I could kiss this man all day. All night.
    I grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it off. When his bare chest was in view, I ran my fingers up and down. His skin was burning hot, and I was excited to lick the sweat away later. Then my hands unbuttoned his jeans and got them off. Once he was in his boxers, I felt his erection against my thigh. It pulsed gently, eager to be inside me. God, I couldn’t wait for that .
    I pulled off his briefs without thinking about it. A loud and embarrassing moan escaped my lips when his cock was free. I looked at it, licking my lips.
    A deep groan escaped his mouth when he watched me. His eyes turned dangerously serious. A different side emerged . A man that completely claimed me. Now I was his for the taking.
    Cash unzipped my dress then pulled it off me. When he looked down at me, he slowed down. My lips were abandoned for my body. Kisses trailed down my neck, sucking and licking gently, and then moved to my shoulders. His tongue moved across then lowered, cherishing the skin of my chest.
    He took several minutes to devour my body. My stomach was dominated, as well as my inner thighs. I lay back and enjoyed it. He clearly did. He unclasped my bra while removing my thong at the same time, because his arms were so long and his hands were so big. And because he was experienced. I could tell.
    Once I was naked, I was desperate for him. I