Fuck me, I think I love him.
I pull off my shirt and toss it aside, and I don’t miss the way Cade’s eyes drag over my chest before he steps in. His mouth crashes against mine with a sudden urgency I haven’t felt or seen in him yet, and his hands are rough and impatient as they grab the waistband of my jeans as if something inside him just woke up. He shoves my jeans and boxers down with a frantic edge, and I meet his urgency, kicking off my boots and shoving my pants to the floor while he does the same.
And when I push him back onto the desk and stand in front of him, I have to pause.
Jesus fucking Christ.
How does he keep getting hotter?
Naked Dr. Cormier is my favourite Dr. Cormier.
He leans back on the desk again as his eyes fall slowly down my body, like he’s tracing each one of my tattoos. But it’s too fucking hot under his gaze, so I wrap a hand around my cock and slowly stroke myself.
“Like what you see, Doc?”
His eyes snap to mine, and the corner of his lips tilts up, just slightly. But it’s enough for me.
I step into him and wrap a hand firmly around the back of his neck, pulling his lips forcefully into mine so hard it almost hurts.The moan that escapes him is fuckingdelectable, and I need more. Now. I grab his hips and grind against him, the feeling of his hard cock against mine lighting me up like fucking fireworks on Canada Day.
“Jesus, baby,” I growl against his lips. “You’re the addiction that could fuck and wreck me, and I’d still beg for more.”
He huffs, but his grip on me tightens, and he rolls his hips right back into me, my words seeming to light something up in him.
Noted.
I press a hand to his chest and shove him back, hard enough that he has to brace himself on the desk with both hands. His brows draw together as a flicker of challenge dances across his face, like he’s going to make me pay for that.
But we both know he won’t.
He wants this. He needs to be pushed right to the edge, and maybe even fall.
All so I can catch him.
I smile as I nudge his knees apart and drop to mine, watching the way his breath hitches. I glance at the gun on the desk beside us, still pointed at the door… loaded and waiting. A not-so-subtle signal to the rest of this polished little academic kingdom that right now, he’s mine.
“How loud do you think I can make you moan?” I ask, running a hand up his thigh.
His features stay perfectly still, but his eyes flare as he looks down at me. “That’s up to you.”
Fuck.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth before I confess my undying love for him right here and now, and wrap my hand around his cock. His eyes stay locked on mine, but I feel the tension snap through him, and see the flash of pleasure that has the wall beginning to crumble.
His whole body tenses as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and a sharp breath escapes him as another cracksplits through the barrier.
But it’s not enough.
I lift my eyes, watching him as I take him in deeper and drag my tongue along every inch of his gorgeous cock.
And I meangorgeous.This man is fucking unreal. His dick is perfect, and he has a deceptively ripped professor body that has me completely torn if I want it wrapped in cable-knit sweaters at all times, or bare and ready for me to ruin whenever I feel like it. The scruff along his sharp jaw is downright sinful, and those ocean-blue eyes have a strand of light brown hair falling over them like it was placed there just to fuck with me.
My grip tightens on his hips, my fingers digging in hard as I slowly drag my tongue back up his length, and a moan rumbles from deep in his chest as his eyes flutter closed.
“Hmm, yeah, baby,” I murmur, yanking him closer to the edge of the desk. And when his eyes open and meet mine, I just shake my head. “But not loud enough.”
He stares at me for a moment, then suddenly sits up and fists my hair, forcefully pulling my head back until I’m looking straight up at him.
I just smile, letting the fire behind his eyes burn.
