I smirk, taking a step closer. “You sure are.”
His cheeks darken, his breathing picking up. I love it when he’s like this—so eager, so horny for it. For me.
Just as I am for him.
I’m so glad he kidnapped me. I’m so fucking glad he made that mistake. I can’t think about the alternative. Ansel, not in my life. Him being in danger. Because whoever he would have kidnapped instead would not see him for the prize he is.
Nope. Can’t do it. I’m just relieved this is how things have turned out.
I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Ansel eyes it and does the same, revealing that pale, slim chest that I’m obsessed with.
“Pants next,” he says, watching eagerly as I kick those off, leaving me completely naked.
“Didn’t bother with underwear?” he asks.
I wink. “Too many layers to get to you.”
He grins and shucks his pants and boxers as well, leaving him perfect, gleaming. He positively shines.
“You gonna tell me what that raven tattoo means?”
“It’s a family thing. We all have one. It’s our physical tie to The Firm,” I say, and he touches his cock.
“Well, I like it. It’s hot.”
“Then I’m glad I got it.”
I’m on him in seconds, lifting him up, smashing my lips to his, and walking us to the bed. He groans against me, my throatswallowing his needy moans. They settle in my stomach, and I feel those butterflies take flight once more. I’ve never experienced this with someone before. The excitement, the craving.
We fall to the mattress, and I hover over him, our tongues tangling, our bodies writhing.
“Need you in me,” he moans, chasing my lips as I pull away. “Fuck me, please, Cade.”
I want to. The image of pushing into that tight hole is almost too much. The thought is breathtaking, but I’ve already had my fill. It’s my turn now. “I thought we’d do something a little different tonight. You did earn a prize, after all.”
He reaches up to touch my chest almost reverently. “I’ve already got that, Cade.”
Fuck, this man. If he ever walks away from me, my brothers will need to lock me in the panic room. There’s no telling what I’ll do.
I stare at him for a long minute, mapping out everything about him before reaching over and grabbing the lube.
He watches me with open curiosity. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I think the question should be, what areyougoing to do tome?”
He gasps when I flick the lid open and pour some of the liquid into my hand, reaching down and grabbing our cocks together and stroking.
“What do you mean?”
“I thought I’d ride you.”
Ansel moans, his eyelids fluttering. “You wantmeto fuckyou?”
I tighten my grip. “Mhm. I want to be in you, on you, all around you.” He groans, his back arching up. “Do you want that, butterfly?”
Ansel swallows and nods. “I do. Yes. I do.”
I bite my lip, the sensation of us touching, the sight of us together almost too much. But the thought of him being inside of me is even better.
