Oh. My. Holy. Hell!
Cage slammed his mouth to mine. He tasted like the mint he popped in his mouth on the way home mixed with a sweet essence from his drink. Within seconds, that vanished and all I tasted was his hunger. I felt his impatience. And I breathed him in so completely. He was oxygen and every cell in my body begged for more of him. Paralysis continued to grip my whole body, but it didn’t matter. His hands made haste ripping off my clothes.
“I love you.” Those three words melted from his lips as he brushed them past my ear. Those three words always affirmed what he told me in China.This means something.
Penny was right. Cage had to say them. Sometimes they came out jumbled with a string of dirty expletives, but he always…alwayssaid it.
“I love you too,” I whispered, searching for my breath as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. “I missed you… so much.”
As he reached for the latch to my bra, I pulled away and shook my head slowly. A flirty grin played along my lips. “This is such a crime.” I reached for his tie and loosened it. “I’m so conflicted. You in a suit is just so unfair to the rest of the male population. I know what lies beneath and my hands ache to feel you, but my thirsty eyes can’t stop drinking you in. This suit was made for you.” I laughed, sliding his tie from under his collar, loving how much it turned me on to unwrap him like the greatest of all gifts. “Itwasmade for you. Wasn’t it?”
He smirked then wet his lips, a piece of heaven alight in his blue eyes. “I wore it for you.”
Setting his tie on the kitchen counter, I bit my lip and grinned. “For me, huh?” My fingers worked the buttons to his crisp white shirt. “That’s a lot. You played to impress me todayandyou wore this sexy, makes-me-weak-in-the-knees suit for me too?”
He started unbuttoning his shirt at the bottom and we met in the middle, his fingers ghosting over mine, sending tingling chills along my skin. My body shimmied with a shiver. Cage laughed. I shrugged. There was no way to hide the palpable, visible, completely phenomenal effect he had on me.
My hands pressed flat to the hard planes of his chest. Hesucked in a long breath. Our smiles faded. His hooded eyes darkened as his jaw clenched.
“Lake?”
“Hmm?” My lungs drew in a shaky breath. Whenever we touched I felt the flames along my skin. The heat made it hard to breathe.
“I meant what I said.”
I nodded. Every nerve along my flesh begged him for one look, one touch, one breath. The truth? In that moment I didn’t make the connection. He’d said so many things to me.
He cradled my face and kissed me while I unfastened his pants. I ate up every bit of his hunger and made it my own. Cage touched me in a way that made me feel invincible and utterly fragile at the same time. The moment my back hit the counter, he lifted me onto it, never releasing my lips. My fingers eased into his hair as he unfastened my bra with deft fingers.
“Jesus, Cage…” My mouth broke from his, gasping while he palmed my breasts, sliding his right thumb over my nipple. It fed the heavy ache between my legs.
“So much…” he dotted kisses down my neck to my chest “…love…” his tongue eased along the swell of my breasts as his hands gripped my hips “…for this woman.”
My breath caught.This woman… It’s like his words weren’t even meant for me. They felt like a whisper of gratitude to… God?
Tilting my chin down, I just watched him love me. I would never forget the way his lips molded so perfectly to my skin or the way his long lashes rested on his cheeks, eyes closed like it was all just a dream.
Eyes that saw more of me than I saw of myself, looked up at me. He stood straight and slid down his pants and briefs justenough to free his erection.
Holy fuck.
Messy bronze hair, sun-kissed skin peeking out from the white shirt that still hung from his broad shoulders, and his cock ready, and waiting forme. Wake up, Lake… that’s all I could think.
His fingers curled under the waist of my panties, and he pulled them down and over both my legs. As he let them drop to the floor his eyes lingered on my pretty prosthetic leg for a moment before meeting my gaze with a questioning look. My eyes flitted between his and his cock.
“Leave it,” I said with a bit too much desperation in my voice.
That. That should have been the moment because that had always been the moment he used his magic to produce a condom out of thin air. Okay, his pocket, but really… same thing. No magic that night. Just his fingers teasing my entrance until he deemed me ready for him—wet, breathless, desperate, and blind to anything but his touch.
Stop. Wait. Don’t. Or a million other synonyms would have been appropriate in the moment.
He said nothing.
I. Said. Nothing.
Our mouths connected. He lifted me off the counter. I wrapped my legs around him and for the first time ever, I felt his warm, hard length slide inside of me—flesh to flesh. It was the most ineffable feeling. It was the most ineffable moment. It was love and lust and blinding emotions trumping every single ounce of common sense.
Fuck common sense.
