“Now answer my question. Is my name still on your body? Actually, no—don’t answer. I want to find out for myself.” At first, I don’t comprehend what he means until I hear the sound of the zipper on my dress. It gapes slightly, and cool air rolls over my heated skin. Oh God! Will I let this man do anything he wants to me? By what he’s done so far, I’d say yes. Yes, I will. Kade has something over me. Something that makes me want to surrender to him.
Removing his hand from my pinned wrists, he whispers, “Don’t move.”
I couldn’t even if I tried.
My body trembles with anticipation.
The warm palm of his hand slides from my neck and slowly down my spine. My back arches with its descent. His fingers glide under the fabric, making a sweeping motion under the curve of my breast.
Over the tattoo.
“You lied.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and he cups my breast, massaging it in slow circles.
I bite back a moan, my body burning with his touch. I’m gripping the bedpost so tight, I’m surprised I haven’t snapped it in half.
“Do you think of me whenever you look at it?” A finger ghosts over my nipple.
I tremble. “Hard not to when I read your name.”
His low chuckle washes over me, causing waves of goosebumps to pebble on my skin. “You have a smart mouth. Maybe I need to occupy it with something.” His thumb rubs along my bottom lip before he clutches my hips in his large hands and grinds against my backside, and this time, I can’t hold back a moan. Gripping the bedpost, I push back against him, yearning for more.
“Would you like that, Daisy Chain? Would you like me to fuck your mouth?”
“I…I…” No man has ever spoken to me the way Kade does. I’m too stunned to speak, but wet enough to know I want him too.
“Will you get on your knees if I tell you to?”
There’s nothing I want to do more right now. I nod.
His palms skim up my thighs. “Tell me. I want to hear you say the words out loud.”
I panic because I can’t say that. He grabs my hand, resting it on his erection, and my stomach flips.
Over the fabric of his pants, my fingers curl around his large length as he thrusts into my hand. “Tell me,” he demands.
“I want to get on my knees.” I can’t say the rest.
“And?” He thrusts harder.
Taking a deep, shuddery breath, I say, “And I want you to fuck my mouth.” A shiver of exhilaration runs through my body.
“Fuck me,” he growls, dropping his head to my shoulder. “You have no idea how much I want you to, but I can’t do this.”
He moves away, breaking contact. Releasing the bedpost, I turn to him and clutch my gaping dress to my chest.
“Kade?” I’m not comfortable calling him by his nickname. “Is everything okay?”
With his back toward me, he points to a timber chest of drawers on the other side of the room. “You’ll find t-shirts to wear in there. Take whatever you need.” Then he disappears into an adjoining room with no explanation.
I’m too shocked to move. What just happened? Why would he start something and not finish? Why is it that every time he’s near, I let him have free range of my body? Is it Kade’s bad boy appearance and rough edges I’m actually attracted to? Or am I living out a deep, dark fantasy? Whatever the reason, I need to get out of here. Put distance between us.
At the sound of the shower running, I break from my stunned stance. I zip up my dress, head to the chest and pull out the first—of course, black—t-shirt I see. Racing through his apartment, I head back to Natasha. In her room, Daphne is cradling Remi in a rocking chair, and Natasha is fast asleep in bed. “Natasha’s tuckered out. She won’t need you. Go get some rest.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods with a smile. “I’ll wake you if she wants you. I noticed a spare bedroom across the hall.”
“Thank you. Good night.”