Cade shook his head with a little smile. “I don’t know about perfect.”
She cupped his face with her free hand, appreciating his chiseled jaw. “I get to judge that.” Lucy gazed up into those brilliant eyes, feeling the flutter in her belly she got when on the precipice of something wonderful. “Cade Hansen, will you stay with me? I want to feel you everywhere.”
He gave her a slow, sensual smile as a low rumble came from his chest.
“I want to feel you everywhere, too. But not here on the couch, honey, not like this.”
“Yes.” She was so up for that. “My room’s that way.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before Cade had her in his arms again, giving her another breath-stealing kiss. And then they were moving, clothes disappearing as he lifted and carried her through the house to her room, her bed.
Lucy gave herself over to her desire, letting her hands roam and rove all over Cade’s firm body, her hips shifting of their own accord as he walked. And then he laid her out on her bed, shifting back to pull off his t-shirt and stare at her.
“Damn, Lucy,” he growled huskily. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
Lucy reached for him, thinking he was pretty damn gorgeous himself. Those muscles were the real deal and the carnal look he gave her brought a fresh flood of excitement to her core.
“I need you, Cade.” She rasped, her voice thick with desire.
The primal hunger on his face suggested he would pounce and ravage every inch of her, but Cade took his time. Moving over sensually, kissing her soundly again as his hands ghosted over her skin, leaving an electric tingling in their wake.
“Yes!” she panted as he kissed down the column of her neck.
He went lower, kissing his way over every inch of her torso as she pressed him closer, one hand spearing into his soft hair.
“My Lucy.” His voice was gravelly, tinged with desire and awe. “So perfect.” He dropped a kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “So fucking perfect.”
And then his lips were on hers again and Lucy lost herself to the electric sensations as she gave herself to Cade. There was no more thought, only instinct and passion, her body taking over where her mind had left off. And as they caressed, and kissed, and explored every inch of each other, she knew Cade was right.
This was perfection.
Chapter Thirteen
Holy shit, she was fucking perfect.
He knew that, had known it since he’d first laid eyes on her. But now that Lucy was here, under him, bare and beautiful, Cade knew it in a different way. The heat of her body seared into his own and Cade had to lift his head to breathe.
Damn, her kisses were intoxicating.
Lucy shifted her hips, calling his name, her fingers scrabbling along his back, trying to pull him closer, though they were already skin to skin. And fuck, Cade wanted her with everything in him. He wanted to drive himself into her deep, and everything about her right now let him know she wanted him to.
But he couldn’t, not yet.
Though he knew in his soul Lucy was his true mate, he couldn’t claim her without her full knowledge and consent. Sex was one thing, but it wasn’t just sex. Not for either of them.
Cade trailed kisses along Lucy’s body again, worshiping every inch of her golden skin, lingering on her breasts, her curves.
“Damn, Lucy.” His voice was low and thick. “Do you know how incredible you are?”
He slid his hands along her hips, down her outer thighs, loving the feel of her as he kissed his way down her belly. And fuck, what those little mewls of pleasure she made did to him.
“I want to taste you.” He rasped, raising his head to check her response.
Holy shit, she was spectacular. Skin flushed and chest heaving, eyes glazed with pleasure, mouth open, panting.
For him.
“Yes, Cade.” She panted. “Taste me. Fill me. I need you.”
