My heart pounded faster and faster. Cade stared at me, studying my face carefully in the darkness. I readied myself as much as I could, knowing he was about to ask even as I prayed he wouldn’t. Maybe it was selfish, but I didn’t want to lie. Not to anyone — but especially not him.
Just when I was ready to throw in the towel and confess… Cade, being Cade, proceeded to stun me senseless. To shatter all my preconceived notions about how people operated.
He didn’t ask.
He just leaned forward, pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist, and set my gloved hand back on the bed. There was understanding in his eyes — an awareness that shocked me.
Did he know, somehow?
How could he know?
Then, he was kissing me again, and all thoughts of gloves and secrets went straight out of my head. There was only this moment. The two of us, naked on the bed, limbs tangled. Desperate to taste, to touch. We explored one another — hands and mouths skimming everywhere we could reach.
He was so strong, so muscular. His body was like my own personal playground. A jungle gym, built for climbing. The feeling of all that taut, tanned skin moving against mine was so good, I was panting after only a few short minutes. And my first glimpse at his cock — long and hard and visibly throbbing with desire — made me so wanton with need, I wrestled him onto his back, determined to get my mouth around him.
I’d barely traced the tip with my tongue when Cade put a stop to my fun. With laughable ease, he flipped me onto my back, then pinned me to the bed as his weight settled between my hips. For a breathless second, as I felt the glide of his shaft through the slickness of my core, my mind went blank with need. I was sure he was going to drive himself deep inside me — and I was ready for it.
Beyond ready.
I was borderlinebeggingfor it.
Instead he moved away, shifting down my body for some fun of his own. I would’ve been disappointed if it didn’t feel so damn good. His lips skimmed over my collarbone, then took a long detour at my breasts, sucking and licking my nipples until they were peaked with lust. I gasped his name as he moved down to circle my navel with his tongue, and again as he shifted to the apex of my thighs. I felt his warm breath there and nearly chewed through my bottom lip in sheer anticipation. Then, I felt his unmistakable smile curve against the most sensitive part of me.
“Dessert,” he whispered.
His tongue speared inside and I bucked up off the bed. My limbs electrified with pure sensation; my thoughts turned to static. His hands locked onto my hips to hold me still as he fucked me expertly with his mouth, lapping and sucking my clit until I was cursing god and seeing stars.
There was no slow build, no warning sign — the orgasm slammed into me like one of my visions, all at once, stealing all conscious thought. He continued to eat me as I rode it out, wave after wave of aftershocks shaking me from head to toe, residual tingles pulsing at my core.
Christ.
I’d never come like that.
Never.
It was off the charts.
Amazing.
Life-altering.
Cade kissed his way back up my body, until our faces were aligned. When our lips met, I could taste myself on his tongue. The intimacy of that instantly reignited my dimming sparks of need. It throbbed through me anew, a hollow burn, and I wrapped my arms tight around his back.
“You taste even better than I imagined.” He nipped my bottom lip as his hand slid between my legs. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock, beautiful.”
“Please,” I moaned as his fingers found my clit, circling in the wetness there. My hips jerked; I felt hypersensitive after my orgasm, but the pleasure was already building again.
“You ready for me?”
I nodded as I kissed him, unable to form words. He circled faster, gradually increasing his speed until I was panting into his mouth.
“Yeah, you’re ready for me,” he grunted, his voice throaty.
With his mouth pressed against mine, I felt the words form before I heard them. My hands slid down the strong planes of his back to cup his ass. I used all my strength to urge him closer, needing him inside me,now; needing him to erase all the space keeping us apart.
“Not yet, greedy girl.” He pushed up slightly with one hand planted in the mattress beside my head. “Imogen, listen to me.”
I cracked open my eyes to look at him. His expression was intent; his eyes were flaring like blue fire.