Love Me Like You Do (Love Me Book 1)

by Jaime Russell

  “Cash, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I’ll get scared but knowing you’re there will make me stronger. I agree that I need to show you and prove to you that I’m serious about us. I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you. I just ask that you don’t give up on me.” She’s standing in front of me by the time she finishes talking.

  “I don’t understand how you can say now that knowing that I’m there will make you stronger when I’ve been here the whole time.”

  “I saw the check, and it just messed with my head. I replayed all the things my dad told me growing up.” I bring her hand to my lips.

  “I love you, Abby. I always have, but I need time.” She nods and steps back.

  “I have something in my room that we need to discuss.” I take her hand again, and we walk back to the B and B. I can tell she’s nervous, her hand was shaking in mine, but I don’t want her to have any idea of what’s waiting for her in my room.

  ABBY

  I’m so heartbroken. I can’t believe the things he said to me and the fact that he doesn’t want to marry me. I need to figure out how to get him to know that I’m serious about making this work. As we walk, it feels fantastic to be holding his hand. I feel like I’m at home just being with him. We tiptoe up the stairs to his room. He’s fidgeting, and I can’t tell if he’s nervous about being with me or if it’s something else. He unlocks the door, takes a deep breath and smiles at me. “Are you ready to come in, Abby?” He asks I nod.

  I enter his room and am blown away by the sight in front of me. The setting is so beautiful. There is flameless battery operated candles everywhere. The perfect scene; I’ve always dreamed of something like this being done for me. For the last year and a half, I’d hoped that it would be Cash, and I would be spending time together like this. I walk over to the desk where there is champagne chilling. I turn to find Cash on one knee and a smile on his face.

  “With you taking off the way you did, it made me think. I know I asked you to marry me in Miami with that bread tie, but I wanted to do this the right way. You deserve it. When I thought I lost you—I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t function, couldn’t live without you. I told myself the minute I got you back that I would ask you to marry me properly. So, Abigail Stephens, you have my heart, my soul, and my body, will you take my last name? Say yes to spending the rest of your life with me and I promise never to let a day go by without letting you know that I love you.” I’m speechless at his words, silent tears streaming down my face.

  I get down on my knees and look at him. “I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love, need, and desire you. You have my heart, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Cash.” I said to him in between the tears.

  “Is that a yes?”

  “It’s yes, a million times over. I want to marry you.” He slips a ring onto my finger and kisses me with so much passion. He breaks away and walks over to lock the door. I hold out my left hand and stare at my ring I held out my left hand and just stared at my ring. It’s a Vintage Diamond Engagement Ring, 1.53ct gold mine diamond set in Handmade Platinum Mounting. The ring is square and a lot of diamonds in the ring. I’m engaged to Cash, officially. I can’t believe it. We move to the bed to sit down.

  “I want to make love to you so badly, but I think we need to talk,” he says with a serious look. His eyes show his desire for me.

  “Can we talk later because I want our engagement night to be filled with lots and lots of orgasms. Tomorrow we can talk, share our news, and spend time with our family that’s here with us.” I kiss his ear and neck. “I need you inside me, Cash.” He moans and then grabs his phone. He swipes the screen a few times and then shuts it off.

  “I just sent a text to Max to let him know that we’re talking and not to disturb us. I told him that we’ll see him for lunch tomorrow.” Cash explains as he unbuttons his shirt. He pulls it out of his jeans and throws it off. I start to unzip my dress.

  “Stop! Let me do that.” He takes his belt off but leaves his jeans on as stalks over to me. Sitting on the bed, he tells me to turn around. He slowly slides down the zipper, moving the straps to push them off my shoulders. The dress falls to the floor, and I step out of it. I pick it up and drape it over the chair. I turn to look at him, and he licks his lips, staring at me like I’m a piece of steak he’s going to devour. He kneels and motions me forward until I’m right in front of him. He places light butterfly kisses on my stomach, causing me to shiver. His hand travels up my thigh; I’m so turned on by his touch that it won’t take much more before I cum. His finger moves my panties out of the way as he kisses me again. “You’re so hot for me, Abby. I want to make you scream my name.” His tongue runs over my clit as he slowly pushes one finger inside me. I moan and whisper his name. He adds a second finger while he licks and sucks on my clit. I clutch his shoulders to help steady myself. One arm is around my waist as he continues his wonderful assault on my pussy. I can feel myself getting close to an orgasm, and he knows it. I come and scream out his name. He keeps licking me as I come down from another great orgasm from Cash. My knees are giving out, and he stands to grab a hold of me. He reverses our position and lays me down on the bed.

  “I love you, Cash. You make me feel amazing.” I whisper. “Now let me show you how sexy you are.” I reach for the button on his jeans, but he stops me.

  “No, Abby, I want to take care of you. You don’t need to give me a blowjob to please me. When I feel you tighten against my cock when you cum, or when you say that you want me so bad, that makes me feel alive. I’m so turned on knowing that you want me, you came because of me, and you look flushed because of the pleasure I gave you.”

  “I think you’re too good to be true sometimes,” I mumble, feeling a warm glow settle over me at his words. He plays with my hair as he talks to me about his past.

  “I was raised by two men who taught me that sex is not about me getting off but pleasing my partner. The women who raised me taught me that my needs are always last when it comes to the woman I love. You come first and not just in a sexual way. Your needs, desire, and wants are my priority.”

  He trails his lips down my neck stopping at my breasts. He tells me to take my bra off, and I obey. He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks, moaning as he pinches my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He switches back and forth, and I’m going to come again from attention. I arch my back, so he has better access to my nipples. He lowers himself down my body and pulls my panties down my legs. I raise my hips so he can take them off. He twirls them around his finger, and they fly across the room causing me to giggle. I look down, watching as he kisses my inner thighs.

  “Cash,” my voice is breathy. “Please just be inside me. I need to feel you. I don’t want to wait any longer. I need you!” I demand. He licks my clit and slips two fingers inside me, pulling them out and sucking them into his mouth.

  “So damn good, Abby. I don’t think I could ever get tired of tasting you.” He slides off the bed to take off his jeans. I can see his erection through his boxers. He does a strip tease as he puts his hands on the waistband of his boxers. He does a slow circle, gyrating his hips. I get to go to bed every night with this man and wake up with him. How did I get so fucking lucky? I notice that he’s staring at me. “What?” I ask, paranoid.

  “I’m just smiling at the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my bed. I’m smiling knowing that you belong to me, and nothing is going to change that fact.” He walks towards me and jumps on the bed, causing me to squeal.

  CASH

  God, I love hearing her laugh. “So, Ms. Stephens, soon to be Mrs. Hawthorne, how should I take you right now? Because I will have you every way that I describe, I could take you like this.” I get on top of her and let the head of my cock rest next to her clit, and I start to move in a circular motion. She moans out loud. “How about this way?” I tell her to get on all fours. I get into position behind her and move my cock slowly over her sl
it. She starts wiggling; this must be the position she wants because she backs her ass up against me. “Does Abby girl want me to take her from behind?” She looks back at me over her shoulder and nods. I rub my hands down her back, bending down to kiss her ass cheeks. She has no idea how sexy she is; how hot she makes me. I slide my fingers into her, feeling how wet she is for me. I hit her spot, and I pound into her repeatedly. She’s so close that she’s starting to crush my fingers. I keep going; I want her to have another orgasm before my cock fills her.

  “Oh my God, Cash, I’m going to—” her words are cut off as her orgasm hits her, and she screams my name. Her head falls forward on the pillow, pushing her ass up higher. I push my cock into her, without even thinking about going slow. She cries out as I fill her, and I give her a moment to adjust before pulling back out and slamming into her. She’s tight and feels so damn perfect. I feel her relax, and that’s all I need to start moving. She rocks back and forth with me, driving me to get deeper. I pick up my pace, and she matches me for each thrust. She tightens around my cock, and I know she’s ready to come again. I push into her, and she yells my name as she collapses on the pillow again. She turns her head to look at me, and she smiles. I didn’t last a minute longer after that. I grunt out her name and collapse on top of her as I find my release. I roll off her and head to the bathroom to get a towel to clean us up. When I come back, she’s under the sheet staring at her ring.

  “Penny for your thoughts?” I ask her, and she raises her eyes to mine.

  “I’ve never felt this feeling of love and being at home. It’s weird for me.”

  “It’s strange for me too, but it feels meant to be.”

  I grab the champagne and two glasses. I climb into bed with her, handing her the glasses as I pop the cork on the bottle. “When do you want to become my wife?” I ask.

  “Tomorrow!” she immediately replies.

  “I was planning on that last morning we woke up together, but you were gone.” I watch as she hides her face. “Hey don’t do that. We need to have no secrets between us, and we need to learn to trust each other. I’m going to piss you off, and you’re going to piss me off, does that mean we stop talking? We break up? No, it just means that we need to talk and figure things out together.” I say the last word very sternly. She nods. “What did you want to do?” I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.

  “I want to lock the door and leave the rest of the world outside. I don’t want them to bother us.”

  I laugh at her. “Abs, I would have done that for you. I won’t let anyone get to you.” She looks around the room, and I can tell that she’s done talking for now. I study her, lost in my thoughts. I wonder if she can handle being married, possibly being a mother one day. She’s so childlike that I can’t imagine how things are going to go. Will we be able to make it? Will she be able to stop the urge to run all the time? She’s fallen asleep, so I put the champagne and glasses on the desk. Climbing back into bed, I pull Abby close to me so I could sleep with her in my arms.

  I wake the next morning and reach for Abby. I open one eye and look on her side of the bed, and she’s gone. She isn’t in my bed. “Oh, for the love of Christ, not again!” I say as I sit up and spot her, laughing at me. “What are you laughing about? I thought you took off again.” I snap.

  “I got up to go to the bathroom, and you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake you. I decided to sit here and listen to the ocean while watching you sleep. I figured that we were going to spend most of the day talking about things. I wanted to be at peace before we do it. The sound of the ocean is so peaceful, and the smell is like heaven.”

  “I agree. It’s nice making love to my fiancé with the sound of the waves in the background.” I get up and stretch, noticing where her eyes travel. I’d woke up fully erect with the anticipation of being inside Abby this morning. “See you something you like?” She nods and walks over to me. She grabs the back of my neck and yanks my mouth down to hers, kissing me like she’s never kissed me before. My cock loves it, and I need to get in her. I place my hands on her hips and pull her into me, but she shakes her head. The next thing I know, she’s on her knees looking up at me. “Abby, you don’t have to do that.”

  “I know, but I want to.” Her big beautiful eyes are looking up at me, and I can’t tell her no. I let out the breath I’m holding when she wraps her hands around my cock at the base and starts moving up and down. God, her hands are wrecking my nerves. She moves her head towards the tip of my cock and sticks her tongue out, running it over my head lightly and I almost cum. She puts the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling as she begins to suck. I moan as her hand moves faster; I know if she keeps this up that I won’t last long. She removes her robe, I bury my hands in her hair and hold her still while I fuck her face. She moans and I feel my cock vibrate. When I stop the assault on her mouth, she stays on her knees but straightens up.

  She moves her hands to her big beautiful breasts and holds them together. “I want you to fuck my tits,” she admits, blushing in embarrassment. I take her chin in my hand and make her look at me.

  “If you want to try this fantasy then your wish my command.” She allows me to slide in between her breasts after my tongue lubricates them, and she pushes them closer, making a very tight spot for me. I start moving my hips back and forth. God, it feels amazing. She licks the tip of my cock lightly with her tongue. “Abby, I’m close, where do you want me to cum? You need to tell me in the next few seconds.” She releases her hold on her breasts and takes my cock in her mouth. She sucks me with a tight seal on my head, and that’s my undoing. My hips thrust forward, and I come down her throat. She smiles up at me as she swallows me. “You are quite tasty.”

  “Why don’t we get a shower and then go to this amazing place for brunch. I’m starving,” she suggests as she walks into the bathroom. I follow her, telling her it sounds like a great idea.

  Abby hums as she runs the water. “I’ll call Max and Sarah to come with us to brunch. Is that okay?”

  “Whatever you want but get that sexy ass in the shower. I want to help clean you.” I say wiggling my eyebrows. She laughs. We shower, and I make her cum twice. When I finally slide into her, it’s just what I needed. I didn’t do gentle. I pounded into her like this was going to be the last time I’m in her. I’m feeling very desperate. She seems to like it as she claws the fuck out of my back.

  When she comes down from seeing stars, she places a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you, Cash, and I never want to stop being this close to you.”

  “I promise that when we’re together, no one can touch us. I mean it, no one.” I kiss her jaw, neck and collarbone. I love this woman with everything that I have.

  ABBY

  Cash is being difficult. Every time I try to get dressed, he grabs that item of clothing from me. It’s been an hour since the most intense sex we’ve ever had, and I’m starving. I try to explain that to him, but he isn’t budging. He needs to realize that we need to refuel. I plaster a smile on my face. “Uh- oh, that’s your ‘I got an idea, and the boys aren’t going to like it’ face.”

  I fake a shock expression before continuing in a sweet and innocent voice. “I’m hurt that you would think something like that. I’m merely smiling because I have this hot, sexy guy standing in front of me. I’m just admiring you,” I try to convince him, but he puts his arms over his chest and glares at me.

  “I don’t believe you,” I tell her.

  “Do you know how ridiculous you look right now? I’m hungry, and we need to talk. Let’s just get it over with so we can come back and spend the rest of the day and night in bed.”

  “I don’t want to,” Cash complains.

  “I hope our kids don’t get that voice. It’s annoying!” I say as I roll my eyes. He flops down on the bed.

  “You wound me.” Cash puts his hand over his heart, and I laugh then turn towards the door. I figure if he doesn’t give me my clothes, I’ll just have to walk naked
to my room to get new ones. I glance back, but he’s still on the bed; not even looking in my direction. I turn the handle slowly…the next thing I know; my back is flat against the door.

  “Naughty girl. You think I’d let you out of here like that? Tsk, tsk.” His mouth descends on my nipple, sucking it, as I moan out loud. His fingers plunge into my wetness. “Ready for me like always,” he mutters. “What do you want, my Abby girl?”

  “You inside me now.” I pant. “PLEASE! NOW! HURRY!” I don’t even care that I’m begging him, the need to feel him is intense, overcoming my senses. He pulls my leg up his waist and plunges into me. I yelp in surprise, and I can tell he’s concerned that he’s hurt me. “Keep going, God, you feel so good.” I encourage. My release starts to build within me, and it isn’t long before I’m clenching down on him and growling out his name.

  “God, it’s so beautiful when you do that.” Cash pants, coming down from his pleasure. We stand there trying to collect our breath. “I love you.” We laugh because we said it at the same time.

  “Now you can get dressed.” He concedes, walking into the bathroom.

  “I need to go to my room because my stuff is in there,” I explain, trying to throw my dress on.

  “Your stuff is in the drawers. Max and Sarah moved everything in last night before we got back. They were the ones who took care of the romantic setup.”

  “So they knew you were asking me to marry you?”

  He nods. “Did I do something wrong?” I drop the clothes and run over to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “How did I get so lucky? I wish I could thank your parents for raising you like this. I can’t wait to be your wife. Speaking of which, I don’t know if I can wait until June to get married, can you?”

  “Depends on what you want, do you want a big wedding, small wedding, Vegas wedding, or courthouse wedding?” he asks as he kisses my nose and walks over to the dresser to grab some clothes. I consider him for a few moments. I need to talk to Sarah. I know what I want, but I’m not sure if we can pull it off. Cash turns his phone on and laughing as the incessant beeping of missed notifications doesn’t stop. “Apparently our phones are going to be blown up by Max, Sarah, and Marshall,”