Now there’s no more pretending.
“I never gave up hope,” he whispers, dragging my hips to the edge of the desk. “Of being with you again. Kissing you. Being yours. I’m so glad I didn’t stop believing.”
Drifting lower, his lips sweep across my throat, nibbling my collarbone, dragging along my stomach over my T-shirt. Each touch feels like a live wire. The string of fabric covering me is off before I can ask him to hurry, tossed across the room, where my leggings lie in a heap.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Shay.” Awe pitches his voice as his gaze rakes over me, hungry and reverent at the same time. My thighs fall open, pressed apart by his hands. His eyes flick up to me one last time. Checking in on me. He has always been good at that.
“I’m great,” I pant out. “You’ve got me?”
“I’ve always got you,” he promises.
And then he’s there. The first sweep of his tongue is slow and deliberate, and my hips jolt off the desk without permission as I’m flooded with pleasure and things I had forgotten existed. Nobody and nothing could ever top this, and we both know it. The broken sound that leaves my throat would be embarrassing if it weren’t Cade.
This man knows my body better than I do.
“Yeah, baby,” Cade groans, his thumb worshipping my clit. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”
He hums in approval at my throaty gasp, the sound vibrating against my core. The room starts to spin as he takes his time with me. His tongue moves with maddening patience, like he’s trying to memorize every reaction. As if he has waited years for this moment and he refuses to not savor every second.
Then he slips a finger inside.
“Yes,” I somehow manage to get out. “More.Please. I need more.”
His smile is all heat and tenderness as he looks up at me. Too damn sweet, considering what he’s doing to me with his fingers and tongue.
“For you? I’d do anything.”
My nipples harden as another finger slides into me. I reach under my shirt and pinch them between my fingers, and his eyes narrow as he watches me with what looks like jealousy in the almost-black color.
“You want to see?” I ask, but I don’t wait for an answer. Lifting my shirt, he gets a perfect view of the fact that there’s no bra.
“When I finally get my hands on you, I may not survive.” The tightness in his voice pulls at the strings in my belly. “It should be illegal to be this perfect.”
The way his voice breaks around the words, I know his control is slipping. That, along with the way his fingers are picking up speed, hitting deeper than before, tells me everything. He’s going to break, and I’m right behind him.
“I know, baby. I feel you tightening around me. And while I plan to kiss those lips for the rest of my life, right now, I need you to fall apart on my tongue. Can you do that for me?”
My fingers tangle in his locs as I teeter closer to the edge, gasping his name as he goes back to work. Tongue flicking harder. Fingers thrusting deeper inside me. He knows exactly what I need in order to finish, and with one last lap of his tongue and flick to my clit, I come undone.
Right on his tongue, like he asked.
I don’t move. I can’t. Cade is lying on top of me as we try to catch our breath.
“That was . . .” I start, trailing off.
“Great? Life-altering? Marriage material?”
A laugh rushes out of me as he stands. “All three.”
When he turns around, his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and I spot that familiar knot of worry between his brows. “So, you don’t regret it?”
I would get up, but my legs are too shaky. Instead, I curl my finger at him until he moves back to me. Gripping his shirt, I pull him into a kiss that’s part promise, part surrender. My heart is his.
Always has been.
“Not even a little bit,” I say. “Never will.”
“That’s what I hoped you would say because same here.” He pulls me off the desk, and I curl myself into his chest. “Let’s get you dressed and go home, baby.”
