“Can you be quiet?” he grunts. “Why don’t you find out?” I slide a hand inside his shirt. His stomach caves, abdominal muscles contracting into hard ridges beneath my palm. Can’t help it. I laugh. “What?” He’s nipping at my earlobe now. “Your body.” I bite his neck, opening my eyes. “It’s laughably hot.” Cash meets my gaze and runs a hand up my thigh. “Could say the same about yours. Only I ain’t laughin’.”
