In Tune (Red Bird Trail Trilogy Book 3) by Laramie Briscoe Read Free Book Online Page B

herself at Cash, smiling against his strong chest when he caught her. As was normal, he didn’t wear a shirt with the sweatpants that rode low on his hips. Using it to her advantage, she pressed a soft kiss to his pectoral muscle, over where his nipple ring rested, right above his heart.
    “Please, Cash, I know we both want this. I know it might not be the right time, but if we wait for the right time, it’s never going to happen. I need you.” She fisted his sweatpants in her hands. “I’ve been through the ringer tonight. I need to know you care about me; I need to know this isn’t a means to an end with us. We have a future, right?”
    “Damn straight we have a future, Harper. Nothing is taking you away from me. Do you need me to prove that to you tonight?” he asked, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her hair.
    “Then show me. Show me I don’t have to worry you’re not going to be here when I wake up in the morning.”
    *
    Purposely, Cash slowed them down, digging his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck, massaging the tight muscles there, and tipping the weight of it onto the palms of his hands. Doing this exposed her neck, and he attacked slowly, dragging his lips down the curve of her neck, tilting his head to the left, and sinking his teeth into the smooth skin there. The best noise he’d ever heard in his life was the moan she let loose, and the best feeling he’d ever felt was the tightening of her fingers in his sweatpants, causing her nails to run along his abdomen.
    Taking one hand from her neck, he hooked it around her waist and arched her towards him, gathering her to his body so that they touched from head to toe. Lazily, he dragged his teeth along the pulse point of her neck over to the other side, lightly nipping on her ear before pulling his mouth off her skin.
    “C’mon,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against the outer shell of her ear, nuzzling her skin, letting his stubbly skin rub against her. “Let’s get out of the living room. If Remy gets up, we don’t need to give him a show.”
    He pulled completely away and wrapped her up in his arms before letting go and taking her hand, pulling her with him to the bedroom.
    *
    Harper watched Cash walk in front of her, wondering if she was thinking the same thing men thought when they witnessed woman with a sexy back. His shoulders were broad, but not overly so, and they moved down into a tapered waist; the dips at the bottom of his back were enough to make her drool. It never failed to impress her that she’d landed him.
    “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” she asked as he pulled her into the bedroom, shut the door, and pressed her up against it.
    “If I’m one-fifth as gorgeous as you, then one day we’ll make amazingly beautiful children.”
    The words didn’t even scare her, which is what clued her into how far gone she was with this man. “Don’t make me wait, Cash,” she whispered when she saw him push his sweatpants down over his hips.
    “I’ll do me, you do you,” he told her, hopping on one foot towards the bed to pull the covers down.
    Harper wasn’t sure she’d ever gotten undressed so quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them were falling against the warm sheets, and he was covering her body.
    “Don’t make me wait,” she begged, almost near tears. She wanted so badly to feel the connection she knew they had. The one thing that was hers and hers alone, that no one else could feel with him. That no one else could feel with her. No one could touch them if they stayed strong together.
    She could feel him lever off her body and take care of the protection before he joined her again and thrust deeply inside her body. Harper arched her back and neck, taking him as deeply as she could, grasping at his shoulders, scratching at his back, digging her heels into his ass. She wanted all of this, and she’d be damned if either of them held back.
    *
    Cash sighed. It was a contented sigh,