“Cuddles it is, then. Glad we’re on the same page, Socks.”
My arm was nearly yanked out of its socket as he bounded down the back steps, into the yard.
* * *
I woke to the soft tones of Cade shooing Socks out of his spot on the bed. His weight hit the mattress and his bare chest curled into my back.
“Goldie, I love that you and my dog are bonding. That said, I don’t love coming home to him drooling on my pillow and spooning my woman.”
“Mmm?” I hummed, still barely conscious. “What time is it?”
“Past midnight.”
“The search?”
“Called off until the morning. Fog rolled in around ten. We couldn’t see shit. Too dark to make much progress that deep in the woods.” His arms slid around my waist and he tugged me closer. “We’ll start fresh when the sun comes up.”
I wiggled back into him, fitting my hips to his. He was, I realized with a bolt of desire, completely naked. My gloved hands curled into fists against the sheets.
“Cade?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you tired?”
“Fucking wiped,” he muttered against my hair. There was a beat of silence. “You want me to fuck you.”
My mouth dropped open. “I do not!”
“Don’t lie, Goldie.” He chuckled, amused. “You suck at it.”
“I do not suck at lying!” I declared, then proceeded to lie immediately. “And I do not want you to fuck me, Cade Hightower!”
“You sure about that?”
His hand moved up beneath my t-shirt to cup my breast, the pad of his thumb whispering over my nipple. I arched into him, biting my lip to contain a moan.
Nope, I wasn’t sure at all.
“Fair warning, beautiful,” he rumbled. “I’m beat. This is going to be fast and rough.”
Another bolt of desire shot through me — this one centered straight between my legs.
“Fast and rough sounds perfect,” I breathed.
He grinned against my neck a second before his finger hit my clit. It felt good. More than good, it feltbrilliant. I let him work me for a while, building my pleasure in slow circles until I was wet and writhing against him. At the same time, my hand moved up and down his shaft, pumping until he was throbbing with need, his breaths reduced to thready pants at my nape.
We were both nearly there when he repositioned us — jerking me up onto my knees with his hands at my hips, he pulled my ass into the air and thrust inside.
Yes.
God, yes.
I gripped the base of the headboard as he pounded into me from behind. Fast and rough, just like he’d promised. I never wanted it to stop, but I couldn’t hold off for long. The orgasm crashed through me and I came so hard, I blacked out for a minute. I was so lost in the throes, I didn’t even hear Cade follow me over the edge a few seconds later, grunting my name as he poured into me.
When I came back to my senses, I was half sprawled on Cade’s chest. He’d knit our fingers together and was stroking his thumb across the back of my gloved hand.
“You don’t have to wear these in this bed,” he said gently. “You don’t have to wear them at all. Not if you don’t want to.”