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He leaned forward and took my mouth with a devotion that told me he’d ruin himself for me without hesitation. Thisman chose me with his entire chest, and it was why he was one reckless decision I would never regret.
“Lift,” he commanded with a tap on my hip.
I obeyed, lifting my hips, and he pulled my jeans and panties off in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. The cool air kissed my bare skin, but his gaze was hotter. He knelt back, his eyes drinking in the sight of me, now bare from the waist down except for my rumpled tank top.
He leaned over me again, lifting me until I was sitting as he rose on his knees and swept my hair to the side to untie my halter top. I knew what he would find there, and when I felt him tense and catch his breath, tears filled my eyes and I rested my forehead against his abs.
The moment froze as I waited for his crash out, but when he spoke, his words were soft, his voice like gravel. “He did this today. It’s why you took your hair down.”
It wasn’t a question, but as I placed a kiss on his stomach just above the line of his jeans, I gave him the full truth.
“It is, but he isn’t welcome here. Not in this moment, or this bed, or between us. I will tell you everything, every single thing. But tonight is mine. Mine to be yours and reckless and wild, and I refuse to let him taint something this incendiary and valuable to me. So please, I am begging you to give me this tonight, and I will give you every answer tomorrow.”
“You’re asking a lot from me right now, Pip.”
The honesty in it made my throat tighten painfully. “I know,” I whispered.
“Tonight is ours,” he murmured, his thumb sliding softly along my jaw again. “You never have to beg me for things that already belong to you.”
The words hit me so hard my breath caught just as he pulled the top over my head, tossing it to the side as his body came down over mine.
His attention turned to his own jeans when he stood up beside the bed, and my eyes widened. I’d watched him in his closet when the tension between us was too much for a cold shower. I had explored him via FaceTime. But nothing prepared me for seeing him like this.
He was magnificent.
Thick, long, and fully erect, the tip flushed and leaking. He wrapped a hand around himself, giving a few slow, deliberate strokes, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.
“See something you like?” he asked, that familiar dry humor back in his tone, though his voice was thick.
“I’m conducting a visual assessment,” I managed, my own voice shaky. “The findings are… favorable.”
He gave a low chuckle and came back to the bed, but he didn’t move over me. Instead, he settled between my legs, his hands sliding under my thighs.
He didn’t dive in. He leaned down and pressed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to the inside of my thigh, just above my knee. Then another, an inch higher. He kissed his way up my leg with the same focused tenderness he used when he kissed my mouth. Each press of his lips was a brand, a promise.
My heart hammered against my ribs, the anticipation a sweet, aching thrum.
When he finally reached the apex of my thighs, he didn’t use his tongue immediately. He nuzzled me, his breath hot against my pussy as he opened me with his thumbs.
“Fuck, you are so sexy, Pip.” He spoke against my pussy, and the vibration and his breath against my clit had me arching.
“Cade, please.”
He placed another soft, lingering kiss right on my clit, and I gasped, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
He looked up then, his dark eyes finding mine over the landscape of my body. The connection was electric, moreintimate than anything I’d ever experienced. He held my gaze as he finally let his tongue stroke a slow, flat path all the way up to my clit.
“So good,” I whimpered.
He hummed in approval, the vibration shooting straight to my core. And then he began in earnest. But it wasn’t frantic or greedy. It was seductive. Deliberate. He licked and tasted me like he was savoring something rare, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure before opening again to watch my reactions. He’d kiss me softly, then delve deep with his tongue, then pull back to press soft, sucking kisses to my inner lips. It was maddening. It was exquisite. It felt like he was making love to me with his mouth, learning me, worshipping me.
The pleasure built slowly, a deep, rolling wave instead of a sharp peak. My back arched off the bed, a continuous, low moan tearing from my throat. I was completely at his mercy, lost in the dizzying combination of his intense focus and the devastating skill of his mouth.
“Cade… please…” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
He understood. He slid a finger inside me, curling it perfectly, as his tongue found my clit and settled into a relentless, perfect rhythm. The dual sensation tipped me over the edge. My climax rolled through me, deep and shattering, pulling a raw, broken cry from my lips as he sucked my pussy. The suction on my clit was too good, and I bit my hand to keep from screaming.
“Don’t you dare, Pip. I earned those sounds.”
