That’s all he needs to hear. Carrying me over to the bed, he lays me on the soft, buffalo checked duvet and steps back. Lust and desire are written all over his face.
His fingers unbutton my shirt, revealing the soft cotton bra. Nothing overly sexy—I did come from work after all—but Kade is looking at me like he is ready to ravage me.
I can’t wait.
Except he doesn’t move. He’s staring at my heaving chest, eyes not moving from me.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
“Enjoying the view from up here.” He swipes a finger over my hard nipple poking through my bra. “Deciding what I want to do to you first.”
“Do something,” I moan.
He covers my body with his, teeth nibbling on my earlobe. “Something? Hmm. What do I want to do to you, Presley?”
He moves down my body, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to my chest. His fingers skim the cup of my bra. Goose bumps erupt all over my skin at his gentle touch.
I want Kade to do everything to me. I want him in every way possible.
Grabbing his hand, I try to push it lower, under the band of my jeans, but he pulls it back, pressing a kiss to my soft stomach.
“Not so fast, Pres. I want to enjoy every inch of your body.”
“Ugh,” I groan, throwing an arm over my eyes.
He trails his hands up and down my sides as he kisses every bit of exposed skin. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and it takes everything I have not to explode.
I haven’t been touched like this in God knows how long. The way Kade is worshipping my body?
I want it to last, but want to feel him inside of me right this minute.
Kade trails his mouth back up my stomach before taking one cloth-clad nipple into his mouth.
“Gah!” I shout, shoving my hands through his hair. I hold him to me as he moves from one breast to the other. I’m a squirming mess underneath him as I lock my ankles around his ass. His cock digs into the apex of my thighs.
Before I can tell him what I want, he pulls the cup of my bra down and flicks his tongue over the hard tip.
“I love hearing how undone I make you.”
“Kade,” I moan, pulling the back of his shirt up to dig my nails into his back, urging him on because I can’t take it. I want all the pleasure this man will give me.
“Patience, Pres.”
His movements are slow. A suck on one nipple before moving to the other. A swirl of his tongue. He knows exactly what to do to wind me up.
His mouth stays on my breasts as he finally—finally—undoes the button and zipper on my jeans. He shimmies them down my legs, before pulling off my shoes and socks, tossing the denim behind him into the pile.
“Someone looks needy,” he says, dragging a finger over my underwear.
As he pulls my underwear free, I yank off my top and undo the clasp of my bra. His deep brown eyes rake over me as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
“Do I get to see you now?” I pop up onto my elbows, locking eyes with him.
Grabbing the back of his shirt, Kade pulls it up and over and drops it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
He’s even more ripped than I remember, with a six-pack and a smattering of dark hair that covers his chest.
“Like what you see?”
