I gasp as I feel my bare feet leave the cold, worn linoleum floor. My wet hair swings and slides against Kade’s arms wrapped tight around my back as he carries me toward the bed. I take a moment to marvel at his strength, at the ease with which he’s carrying me.
He didn’t even grunt. Like, not even a little one.
Something about him picking me up is so freaking hot it shoots my need to a hundred.
My stomach clenches in anticipation of having that strong chiseled body pressing me down, pushing, thrusting. Serving me. I want to leave him wrecked. I got fucking robbed last night. He needs to make it up to me now.
Then, the coolness of the sheet is against my back, Kade’s firm hands pulling and yanking off my shirt, nearly tearing my bra off.
We’re both urgent, panicked. It feels like we’re on a runaway train, and absolutely nothing will stop us this time. It better not. If he pulls away, I will literally murder him. I’m gasping, clenching my fingers on his T-shirt, dragging it over his head, our mouths parting reluctantly before clashing together again.
I can’t breathe.
I don’t care.
Kade tears his mouth from mine. “Christ, you smell so good. I want more. I can’t believe you’re mine. I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since the day I met you.”
His mouth is nipping, sucking, licking. I can’t think, the sensation making my legs clench, my hands grasping at his hair. I lose my grip as his fingers slide under the waistband of my sweats and panties, yanking them down and off my bare feet. The cool air tickles across my wet folds and soft curls. Then he’s there, pushing between my legs. I feel the material of his dress pants brushing over me, the fly pressing into me.
I groan in frustration at the sensation and bark at him, “Kade, take your fucking pants off. NOW.”
He hums and pulls away, panting. His face is dazed as he stares down at me, his eyes running over my wet nipples, down my soft stomach, stopping on my pussy, open and exposed to him. Snarling, he dives toward me. I squeak, snapping my legs shut and shoving him in the chest with both feet.
“PANTS! NOW! You can’t have it until you get naked, Kade.”
His eyes sharpen, and he focuses back on me, shaking off his daze.
“Fuck. Pants.” He wastes no time, desperately stripping off the rest of his clothes. As he shoves down his pants and underwear, I get my first look at all of him. The way he’s panting is making all his muscles bunch and flex, his cock slapping against his stomach. I press my legs even tighter together to ease the ache, but it doesn’t help. The only thing that will fix it is getting that big cock in me.
His muffled cursing as he dances around trying to untangle his pants makes me giggle. This man is so gone for me, so frantic for me he’s completely lost his cool. There’s something so heady about having this powerful man burning for me. He’s like a completely different person than the man I met outside the garage that night.
He’s not cold anymore.
Kade finally kicks his pants across the room, then roughly grasps my ankles, yanking my legs apart as he fits himself between them again. I make him work for it. Earn it. Thrilled when he overpowers me.
I want so much.
I want his head between my thighs, his mouth drinking me up, making me scream. But we’re too wild. Too needy. I’m a little bit afraid that this is a dream. That if we wait any longer he’ll disappear and I’ll be left alone, empty and aching.
I feel the heat of him sliding through my pussy lips as he lowers to me, threading his hands under my shoulders, his mouth pressing to mine. His hips shift, seeking until he lines us up.
Suddenly he yanks his mouth away.
“Fuck. Condom.” He pushes up away from me, but I wrap my strong legs around his, pinning him to me.
“I’m on the pill.”
His eyes search mine before a slow smile spreads across his face. There’s no more stopping after that. No more giggles. Kade shifts to his elbows, pressing his chest against mine. The rasp of his chest hair over my nipples makes me pant. He shifts back, sucking my nipple into his mouth, the deep pulls making my pussy cramp. My legs are restless, my feet rubbing up and down the back of his thighs. He pulls away, making me whine in frustration. Reaching down, he runs his fingers through my soaked lips, humming as he strums my clit.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I gasp. “I’m already on edge. I want you!”
He chuckles darkly but obeys. Smart man. I feel the head of his cock pressing against me, once, twice. He’s not small, and it’s been a long time, but on the third push, I let him in. We moan together when he’s all the way in, his pubic bone pushing against my clit. I wrap my legs around him again and reach down to dig my short nails into his fabulous ass. I’m not strong enough to control him in this position, but he gets the point.
He takes my lips with his, but we’re both too wrapped up to maintain a kiss. Instead, our mouths are pressing together as we pant and moan. There’s so much heat. Our bodies are slick with sweat. It’s everything I hoped it would be.
He’s everything I hoped he would be.
And judging by the noises he’s making, I’m fucking blowing his mind.
