Our pinkies entwine, yet he makes no move. “I need to know before I kiss you. This isn’t just getting me out of your system, right?”
I laugh. “I don’t think I could get you out of my system if I tried.”
He leans in until our noses brush. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words, Shay baby.”
There’s nothing rushed or hurried about the way he kisses me, cupping my face as if he’s trying to make sure I’m real. It’s the sweetest kind of relief. Maybe it’s because we know this won’t be like our last kiss, stolen and desperate while pressed against a hotel door.
I choose this.
I choose him.
“Forever,” he mumbles against my lips. “You’re wondering how long we can do this.”
“What are the odds of that?”
“There’s no need to play the game because I’m not letting you go. I’ll never make that mistake again.” He stands and takes a step back. “Now get on the desk and let me show you how much I missed you.”
My eyes fly to the door. “Here? At the batting cages?”
Sweet and precious Cade has left the building, his eyes dark and hooded as he steps closer. “Why not?”
Energy thrums through me. I know all too well how proficient Cade’s tongue is, so against my better judgement, I swipe everything on my desk aside and press my ass against the edge.
With a hand tangled in my braids and the other guiding me onto the desk, I feel like I’m having a vivid daydream. But when cold air hits my hips and my leggings are eased down, I’m jolted back into the moment.
This is happening.
Deft fingers drag along the edge of my cotton thong, tugging the thin fabric. He hisses as one finger dips beneath the waistband, dangerously close to my clit.
“Fuck. I missed you. I missedthis,” he mumbles against my calf. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Being with me. Telling Trev—”
“Don’t you dare say his name while your fingers are so close to me.” Sitting up, I grip the front of his shirt and pull his face to mine. “And yes to everything, Cade. I’ve never been more sure.”
“Me either.” His lips brush against mine. “Lean back and relax.”
I do as he says, but I don’t lie all the way back. This is the first time I’ve seen Cade on his knees in front of me like this in years. I’m going to soak up every second.
Soft kisses trail up my legs, starting at my ankles. By the time he reaches my knees, they’ve become nips and nibbles, mapping a path to where I need him most. My thighs tremble, desperate to wrap around him, but when he presses his lips against my clit, I sit up and scoot back.
Cade halts instantly. “I’m sorry, Shay. We should stop. There’s no need to rush this. Let’s just go—”
“No.” I shake my head, feeling embarrassed. “That’s not it.”
How do I tell him I haven’t been touched by a single person since him? I’d love to blame it on the fact that I was too busy with work, but that wasn’t the problem; it was the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Their laugh wasn’t as light. Their heart not as kind.
Bowing my head, I look away. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I haven’t been with anyone else.”
A groan rips from his throat, wrecked and raw as something breaks inside him. “Look at me, baby. Neither have I.” He lifts my chin and places a kiss on each cheek. “Nobody was you. Nobody ever could be. Tell me it was the same for you.”
My lips lift. “It’s you, Cade. It’s got to be you.”
“And you for me.”
That sets it off like a fire. No more words are needed after a confession like that.
His hands are tender against my face, and it takes no time at all to find our groove. A moan of approval slips from him when his tongue sweeps against mine. His hands are everywhere, my waist, my thighs, my ass. It’s as if he can’t decide where to touch first, but I’m not going anywhere. We’ve waited so long for this. And now we can’t seem to get close enough.
I spent so long pretending I was happy without him.
