Whisper To Me In The Dark by Audra Claire

lightning illuminated their intertwined bodies, casting erotic shadows.
    His slow, steady strokes became deeper and faster, as he reached his fulfillment. His strong golden arms wrapped around her tightly, drawing her closer, so he could feel her pounding heart next to his.
    ***
    Cash propped himself up on one elbow, smiled that smile, and gazed down lustily at Angelica as he asked thoughtfully, and more than a bit narcissistically, “So you have to admit that I’m a much better lover than any man that you’ve been with before.” His finger slowly paved a trail down from the hollow of her throat, slowly, tortuously, down to her navel, back and forth, as Angelica  held her breath, shaking, wondering what could possibly happen next. The only sight and feelings she seemed to be able to concentrate on was his bulging bicep and the feel of his hot breath as it caressed her skin.
    “ Have you gone mute, silly girl?” Cash asked casually, amused by her reticence to answer. As much as he thought of himself, there was that one insecure part of himself that needed to hear those words from every woman he slept with.
    Cash’s fingers moved up to her lips, feeling their softness, their wetness, their heat. He couldn’t resist as he again mated his mouth to hers. As much as Angelica didn’t want to admit it, she wanted to give him immense pleasure, like she knew so many other women had. She was struck with a sudden wave of jealously, of all of the women who had shared his bed before. Cash continued his sinful caresses, adding his lips to the trail he was tracing down her porcelain skin.
    Just the simple feeling of Angelica’s soft body lying next to him was enough to send him over the edge again, as he grabbed her, thrust deep, filling her with his seed again, gasping, moaning, as Angelica screamed his name, her fingernails digging into his muscular back.
    ***
    “ So you didn’t answer my question,” Cash winked and smiled that damn smile again. Why did it make her knees so weak? “I have to at least be better than boring old Edward,” he laughed.
    “ Edward’s most scandalous display of affection was holding my hand. Nothing more.”  Angelica blinked back her tears.
    Cash couldn’t believe that boring old Edward  was – well –  actually that boring. Cash was amazed that he hadn’t tried anything with Angelica. She was a goddess – even without all of the padding.
    Cash smiled and chuckled to himself. “Well, you’ve been with other men, of course,” Cash replied thoughtfully.
    “ Well of course,” Angelica lied, too embarrassed and ashamed to tell Cash the truth.
    Angelica’s head was still reeling from Cash’s advances. Her mind could simply not process it all. As narcissistic as it was Cash could not conceive of a world where any woman would have any issue with him taking what he wanted – when he wanted – of him bringing her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy. Reaching his pleasure – throbbing hot inside of her. Filling her with his seed. How could there be any debate?  He was the man and that was the way it was supposed to be. It had always been that way and he wasn’t about to change now. He’d had no complaints so far.
    ***
    Cash held Angelica close, his hand resting on her flat stomach, reveling in the feel of her soft skin pressed next to his. One thought ran through his head over and over. The man who attacked Angelica was obviously sent as a lookout to find out if she still had the valise with the jewels. But Cash didn’t want to terrify Angelica so he’d keep that disturbing little piece of information a well guarded secret from her. Cash was always around so there would be no question that she’d be safe and he didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily. Normally he would have had the man dragged off and the reprobate would be rotting in jail safely under lock and key, but Cash needed him free so he could  watch his next move.  Angelica lay peacefully with her head on Cash’s