I physically felt the color drain from my face as I looked back at him and he held the bottle up between us.
I kissed him to be wild. I chose this because Brandon trashed my heart and our relationship and everything I thought was good and right. I refused to feel guilty for the choices I was making, because he clearly did not feel guilty for what he'd done to me. If so he'd have come to me, called off the wedding, postponed things—anything to make it right.
The rum burned down my throat deliciously before I got lost again in Kade's consuming kisses. I had no recollection of where we were, just a few dings, and the hiss of doors opening and shutting. Then he pressed me against an elevator wall and started inching my skirt up my thigh.
"That man will regret the day he hurt you, baby. You're so frickin hot. He doesn't deserve you." Kade's hot words against my flesh made goosebumps rise on every exposed inch of skin.
"Oh God," I whimpered, when he dropped to his knees and shoved the white satin up my legs higher before burying his face between my thighs. His teeth raked over my silk panties, and he used his lips to bite down on my clit, which made me jump and jolt.
This was insane—like Girls Gone Wild unhinged. I hadn't ever had sex with anyone but Brandon, and he never went down on me, and here was Kade Kingston—celebrity persona, billionaire playboy—on his knees ready to devour me.
I pushed on his head and whimpered, but he only dived in harder, licking at the moisture that had soaked through my panties and puddled there. His tongue felt like magic and he wasn't even touching me yet; how ungodly would it be when he had me bare?
"Kade," I breathed, tugging a fistful of his hair as the elevator slowed. He rose up slowly, narrowing his hooded eyes as he locked them on my face and I shimmied my skirt back into place.
When he swigged from the bottle, I whined and stole it from him, using the drink as a distraction from the panic now swelling in my chest. I wanted this so bad, but I had never done anything like this in my life. It wasn’t a rush of adrenaline; it was a deluge of cortisol. I didn't recognize myself.
"You okay?" he grumbled, pulling the bottle from my hand, and I nodded as I used the back of my hand to wipe away a few drops that escaped.
"Fine," I gasped, resolving in my mind to ride this out. Kade was a god as far as hot men went, and I intended to soak this up—damn the consequences.
He grinned at me and took my hand, stepping out as the doors swished open. His room was right around the corner from the bank of elevators, and in under thirty seconds we were locked inside tearing each other's clothing off.
He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him. I didn't look where it landed. My hands were already on his belt, fumbling with the buckle because my fingers were shaking and the alcohol made everything feel slippery and urgent.
Kade let me struggle for about three seconds before he took over. One smooth tug and the belt was gone. Pants hit the floor next. Then the briefs. He didn’t even hesitate, which made my throat tighten. He was so confident in himself while I stood there trembling and wondering why he even wanted me in his room.
I stared—I couldn't help it. My mouth watered even though I told myself I wasn't that kind of girl.
Muscle shifted under his skin when he breathed. Not gym-pumped fake muscle, but real and earned. And dark hair dusted his pecs, then trailed down the center of his abdomen in a thin line below his defined abs—six clear ridges, the V of his obliques cutting sharp toward his groin…
And lower.
Kade was a god, bronzed and solid, and staring at me like I was his meal.
"Oh God," I mumbled as he backed me against the wall. Every alarm bell in my body rang simultaneously like the roar of a crowd at a concert, cheering me on.
His fingers brushed my hair from my shoulders, fallen out of the French twist I'd half torn out when I yanked the veil off my head in my car earlier. Then he reached behind me and unzipped the zipper on the satin gown.
For a moment I hesitated and clutched the heavy material to my chest. No man had ever seen me naked except Brandon. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I'd chosen the sexy panties when I thought it would be me and him in bed tonight, and maybe the guilt was creeping in finally, but I wasn't sure.
Not until Kade took my wrists and gently lifted my arms away from my body, letting the cocktail dress fall and puddle around my feet. His chin lifted, eyes flooding with dark lust that made his pupils blow wide, and his chest puffed out hard, like he was trying to control himself.
"Christ, Lainey, you're perfect..." he breathed, still holding my arms away from my body like he feared I'd cover myself if he let go. But his eyes raked over my curves, up and down, back to my lips as I squirmed under his gaze.
I was a confident woman and I loved my curvy body, though I'd been the butt of some jokes now and then about being a little thicker than the typical supermodel types. But I had never had a man look at me the way Kade Kingston was ogling me right now. If it was possible I thought it made his dick swell even more.
"Why are you staring?" I asked, feeling self-conscious.
"Because I've honestly never seen a woman more gorgeous than you." He pressed on hand to the wall on either side of me and whispered, "Stay," then let his fingers trail across my wrists, up my forearms, and across my biceps to my chest, where a single finger from each hand curled downward around the curve of mybreasts and under them. "So perfect," he mewled, cupping first one breast, then the other.
I shuddered and arched into his touch, then whimpered loudly when he stooped to wrap his lips around one nipple and suck it, swirling his tongue around and around until I was weak in the knees. My panties were ruined.
“God, can I taste you? Like for real?" His eyes met mine again, but all I could do was whimper and nod.
"God, yes," Kade growled, and dropped right to his knees in front of me. His hands hooked around the waistband of my silk panties and he drew them down slowly, watching every inch of skin he uncovered. I kicked them off one foot then the other when they got snagged on my heels, before he tossed them away.
His breath warmed my inner thighs as he gripped them hard, spreading me wide. His thumbs dug in right next to my lips and pulled my legs apart to expose my center, which earned a growl of approval as he stared straight at my clit. It throbbed for him; juices dripped down my legs.
