His fingers kept circling at my clit as his hips pinioned. Harder, faster, fuller. Elongating the orgasm until another one built directly in its wake. The sensation was mind-numbing, nerve-fraying. All I could do was clutch the sheets, holding on for dear life as the pleasure pitched up to new heights.
“Bend your knee for me, beautiful.” Cade’s voice was ragged. “And tilt your hips.”
I did as he said. My spine arched to give him more access; my knee cocked up on the bed. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but he slid even deeper, the thick tip of his cock hitting a place inside me I’d never felt before.
God.
It was almost too much.Toogood. Sex had never been like this for me. Not once. Not ever. And once I left him, I feared it never would be again. He’d ruined me for all other men.
In that moment, I was too lost to care.
My head craned back as his lips continued to devour mine. His tongue was in my mouth, kissing me so hard I couldn’t breathe around it. The second orgasm slammed into me, a blinding thunderbolt that electrified every square inch of my body. Cade came no more than a second later, grunting a low oath against my mouth, his whole frame going tight as he spilled into me in long, endless thrusts.
It took a long time for me to come down from the high he’d brought me to. From his ragged breathing, I figured I’d done the same for him. I laid facedown on the pillow, incapable of movement or speech, in the best possible way. When he finally pulled out, a tender pang shot through my core. I’d be sore for a while. I’d bet tomorrow I’d still feel the mark of him deep inside me.
I liked that.
I liked thata lot.
“Going to clean up,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to my shoulder blade. His voice was thick with emotion. “Thanks for being the only bright part of my day, beautiful.”
I smiled against the sheets.
Then, still smiling, I fell asleep.
* * *
I moved around Cade’s kitchen as quietly as possible. Socks, bless him, was being cooperative in this regard. He shadowed me silently as I opened cupboards and rooted around in the depths of the fridge, his large paws padding gently against the hardwood.
Cade was still asleep. He was dead tired. He hadn’t even stirred when Socks began to whine to go out around six-thirty. Nor had he woken when I slid out of bed, scooped up the puppy —god, he was heavy!— and left the room, shutting the door behind me with a soft click.
Bleary-eyed, I’d taken Socks out to do his business. Then I fed him, filling his bowl with kibble and exchanging his stale water for fresh, yawning the entire time. I was not a morning person. Never had been. But I was even less of acleaning-up-puppy-pee-after-an-accident-on-the-living-room-floorperson, so I figured I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
After seeing to Socks’ needs, I saw to my own. I was no longer merely hungry; I was starving. Last night, I’d been too tired to do much more than shower and face-plant in Cade’s bed. Now, acid was threatening to burn through my stomach lining if I didn’t eat something.
I was happy to discover Cade’s fridge was stocked with eggs, bacon, and sliced sourdough bread. I put the bacon in the oven to crisp, then cracked six eggs into a bowl and started to whisk. I wasn’t sure how Cade liked his eggs, but I figured he’d be hungry when he woke up, too.
I was standing at the stove, mid-scramble, when an arm slid around my middle and a pair of lips hit my nape. A happy shiver rippled through me.
“Good morning,” I breathed, leaning back into his heat.
“You didn’t wake me,” Cade grumbled. His voice was still gruff with sleep.
“You looked tired.”
“I am,” he said. “Still would’ve preferred to start my day with you, naked, in my arms.”
“Socks needed to go out.”
His hands slipped into my t-shirt. “Mmm.”
Oh boy.
My hand tightened on the spatula. “And you need a solid breakfast before you go to work.”
“Mmm,” he hummed again. His hands diverged, one going southward to slip inside the boxer shorts I’d borrowed from his drawer — they were huge on me, I’d had to roll them four times at the waist — the other moving up to cup my breast.
My breath hitched as his thumb brushed across my nipple. “Cade, I’ll burn the eggs.”