He smiled against her bosom, and then turned his cheek to her chest. He kissed her breasts, laving at those tender peaks.
“Wade!”Cassandra cried out—partly from shock, partly from pleasure. Was there nothing this man could not do with his mouth?
While he worshiped her above, he maneuvered below. He coaxed her knees up, bracketed her thighs around his hips. She was awash in pleasure, in a tempest of sensations. She did not even notice what he was doing until he wasthere.
Rocking gently, like the tide lapping the sand. Covering her, enfolding her like the barrel of a wave. He moved—not within her, but over that soft, slick place that he’d awakened.
The sensation was exquisite.“Oh, God…”
Wade touched her cheek. His fingers fanned over her flushed face. He cradled her head. “It’s all right. There’s no rush. We are just doing what feels good.” He continued his easy sway. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
She nodded, too breathless to speak as he coaxed her with patient skill.
“Tell me what you want, buttercup. I’m listening.”
Warmth radiated to the tips of her toes, and if she had not known what was coming—if he had not brought her there earlier—Cassandra might have feared that she’d swoon.
But she was awake, alert. Every nerve was alive. She crested with a sharp cry, and rode the tremors back down to earth.
She sank into the mattress. Was every time to be better than the last?
Wade deserved to find his pleasure. She needed to know that he, too, was satisfied. The man she loved with all her heart must feel this bliss.
“Keep going,” she urged.
He gathered her wetness, slipping and gliding. He pressed his hips to her, riding her slow and steady.“Cassie…Cassie…”
He moaned as he stretched out over her, one hand burrowed between their bodies, working him. Working her.
His free hand found hers, and their fingers laced. Cassandra caught his lips and kissed them. If this was not a sexual act, if this moment shared between them was not the very definition of lovemaking, she pitied her past self for ever wanting more.
There was no pain, not even a twinge of discomfort, yet her body hummed with pleasure. Wade was wracked with it.
This wasn’t just ‘good enough’—it wasgood.
And it was only the beginning, for they had the rest of their lives to explore further. Cassandra was not frightened of what the future did or did not hold for her. With Wade, she welcomed the unknown, the uncharted.
She savored this moment of love. Cassandra threaded her fingers through his hair. She kissed his jaw, nibbling down the column of his neck to lick and kiss the breadth of his chest.
She moved with him, whispering encouragements, gasping at the low, coarse things he uttered in her ear. He was every inch the devilish gentleman she had first gravitated toward, and she loved him for it.
He was as he was.
She was as she was.
Together, they found their way.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
This was a first for him. Wade had not intended to hold back—he was no fan of restraint, of self-denial—yet after Cassandra’s cry of pleasure, pressing further had not seemed necessary. He still held her, caressed her, and felt her body move beneath his. He stilllovedher, in the basest sense of the word.
If they could share all this without discomfort and without sacrificing passion, what was the point of rushing? For now, this act brought more ecstasy than any one man had a right to enjoy.
In future, they might try. Or perhaps not. Their physical relationship was—as with all things—however Cassandra wished it to be. Wade knew a good thing when he found it, and this moment shared between them was exceptional.
It was so damned easy to get lost in her arms. She was eager, so present and giving, despite whatever reservations she might’ve had at the start. They traded kisses, moans, and—yes—tears, though Wade ducked his head to hide his eyes.
They whispered love words and naughty cravings. He told her what she did to his body, and then confessed what she’d done to his heart. She told him what she wanted, how and where and when, and then she told him all the reasonswhyshe wanted him.
