Silencing her with a kiss, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, groaned with her as she moaned and sucked on my tongue, and fought for control. It was a fight she was losing. Although she squirmed against my grip on her hands, my fingers stayed closed in a vice-like grip around her.
She was mine to command, to control, tofuck.
She wasmine.
NIKKI
God.
This man, his touch, his body, everything about him was unbelievable.
The way I was behaving wasn’t me. I wasn’t a woman to lie back and simply let the man do everything, but I was coming undone under his fingers, and every time I tried to move and take back some control, he’d hold me still, his grip tightening around my hands and wrists.
And let’s be honest, I wasn’t fighting that hard.
Because I didn’t want to think right now, and Cade wasverygood at making me forget everything outside his wandering fingers and tongue. Cade was stronger than I’d anticipated. His body was lean but sculpted, and I should’ve realized his strength simply by looking at him. But he took control of my mind and body easily, and I might as well be limp in his arms with the way he played with my senses.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. We were supposed to have a delicious back-and-forth that lasted days or weeks. We were meant to have moments ofoops, our hands touchedand staring into each other’s eyes longingly over a shared milkshake. We were not meant to start off with a funeral, a failed one-night stand, me unconscious, and a missing pair of handcuffs.
Yet I was here, and right now I wanted more than anything else to simply touch him. I needed to run my palms over his chest, trace the outline of his muscles with my fingers, dip my fingertips under the waistband of his jeans, and tease my nails up the length of his cock.
But I wasn’t even getting that because he had my hands held together in only one of his while he played my body with his kisses and fingers. I gasped as he slipped his hand underneath my T-shirt, and when he cupped my breast in his palm, he growled against my neck.
Growling,I’ve never had a mangrowlat me before like that.
Fuck, it was hot.
I wanted the same thing now that I did after Kim’s funeral—to forget for a while. The more Cade touched me, the more his fingers ignited passion against my skin, but it was much more than that. He expertly palmed my breast before he snuck his fingers up under my bra and pinched my nipple. I moaned into his mouth. He hadn’t stopped kissing me, playing his tongue against mine with the same fervor as his hand explored my body.
If he was trying to claim me, then I was going to let him.
His grip on my hands behind my back eased when I relaxed against him, but still held, as though he was ready for me to start fighting him again. But I wouldn’t, not this time at least. I was his to use as he pleased because I had no doubt even if he fucked me like a fucktoy, he wouldn’t rest until I had the same pleasure he did.
I tried not to think about the level of trust it took for me to let go, even this much.
Because this wasn’t a time for thinking.
We broke away from each other, and Cade shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind him. Lifting his T-shirt over his head, I followed the edge of the fabric as it revealed more of him to me.
Fuck.
Immediately, I placed my hands on his chest and pressed my body against his, desperate to feel the hard lines of him against me. Hell, something was definitely hard. His erection was pressed against his jeans, and when I moved next to him, he wrapped his arms around me, trapped my hands between us, and ground his crotch against mine. Fire ignited between my legs with every rub of his shaft against my clit. Even through our clothes, he moved with a rhythm and force that had me practically keening for more. Christ, if he could almost make me peak from a dry hump, how fucking good would it be to feel himinsideme, driving away with that same rhythm?
I didn’t want to wait any longer.
Squirming against his hold, I managed to get my hands low enough to undo his belt and begin working at the button and fly on his jeans. Cade stopped me only long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head and unlatch my bra, sliding it down my arms.
Foreplay could wait until next time because the heat burning inside me was almost too much to bear.
“Cade…” I panted out, my fingers fumbling, “… just fuck me already,please.”
Something passed across his eyes, his expression darkened, and a trick of the light made his eyes appear yellow for a moment. Wild. When I glanced behind me for the sourceof the illusion, I squealed when Cade lifted me over his shoulder and carried me toward the bedroom at the rear of the house.
With glee, I reached up and managed to tap my fingers against the light fitting I was forever trying to touch, and I released a delighted giggle. This earned me a slap against my ass from Cade, followed by another growl when I screamed out, more in shock than pain.
Bouncing as Cade dropped me against the mattress, he fought with my sweatpants as he tugged them down over my legs. “What are you giggling at?” he asked, his voice was deep, almost not his own, and the muscles in his jaw were tense. He wasn’t looking at my face, his eyes instead hungrily swept over my body when I lay naked in front of him.
“I was just…” My words faded into nothing as he finished undressing in front of me.
