Chapter Twenty
A long, muscular leg lay between hers. Cade. She glanced at the time. Crap. She’d slept in. They slept in.
“Good morning,” he whispered. His strong hands traveled down her belly to the junction between her thighs. He licked the lobe of her ear and sent sparks of fire straight to her core.
“I have to work today.” Her first client was new and booked online. She couldn’t be late.
“What time?”
“Eleven.”
“We have time.” His hot breath teased her flesh with promises he was more than capable of fulfilling.
“Are the boys okay?”
“No punches were thrown at breakfast.” He chuckled. “They’re running with Derek.”
At least Derek isn’t in the house waiting outside the bedroom door. Maybe Cade will scare him off. She wouldn’t hold her breath. She turned around and faced him. He struggled as he shifted from the edge of the bed closer to the middle. My big guy needs a larger bed to be comfortable. She traced the masculine line of his brows.
“So handsome, Mr. Jackson.”
He blushed.
“I guess you hear that a lot,” she said. The epitome of giant masculinity lay in her bed.
“You’re the only one I want to hear that from.”
Yep. You hear it all the time.
“When should I pick you up from work?” he asked.
She traced the line of his nose down to his lips. “I don’t know, later.” Hopefully much later. I have bills to pay.
“I have dinner plans with the most beautiful woman in the world, and I need to know when to pick her up from work.”
Ignoring his compliment, she slipped her finger into the skillful mouth that wore her out. “Mmm.”
He rolled on top of her, gently biting down on her finger.
A promise maybe? She tangled her legs around his. “Make love to me like you did last night.” The way he dipped, and dragged, and thrust at once…
His bulge pressed against her wet sex. She was so ready for him to take her.
“How about a variation on last night?” he asked.
Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes. She gazed into his intense brown eyes.
“It’s going to be fast. Really fast.”
“Oh,” she exhaled. “I love your fast.”
His breathing grew ragged. “Tonight, we’ll take it slow. But right now, I need to make you come.” He slid one hand under her chest and the other outside her shoulder.
In some kind of strength move he untangled his legs from hers and straddled her. His cock pressed hard against her pussy.
“Move your legs closer.” He grunted as his cock inched into her sex. He was huge, and long, and hot, and so, so hard.
She inched her legs together.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Right there.” He dipped his head to her breast and licked up to her neck.
Electricity whipped through her and crackled into her pussy. Her belly buzzed with energy. His mouth latched on her neck. With every dip, he twisted her body one way and then the other. Her senses scattered. He alternated licking and sucking and nipping her breasts and neck. She didn’t know what to do with her hands other than hang onto the sex god and enjoy the ride.
“You’re mine,” He grunted. His cock ground into her.
Do it again.
He thrust and brought her closer and closer to combustion. His muscles bunched and stretched with each passing glide. Her skin tingled and burned with so much stimulation. “It’s too much,” she cried out. “Cade, it’s too much.”
He growled. “Feel it all and let go. I’ll put you back together.”
Her pussy and clit throbbed for him to take her there. In and out. In and out. Up and down and up and down. Back and forth, inside and outside. Hovering. Caressing. Nipping. Sucking. Keeping her on the edge of bliss. He pressed into her, and swiftly moved his hand out from under her. He grabbed her wrists, and pinned them over her head.
“Give me everything. Now.” He glared into her eyes and silently ordered her surrender. He shifted again, pushed her legs apart with his own. “I’m going to fuck you until you give me all your control, all your worries.”
He slammed into her so fast and furious she almost found ecstasy, but her body was so over stimulated it wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t or wouldn’t release control to him.
He grunted. His mouth formed a crooked smile, and his eyes shone with happiness. He leaned over as he continued his wild assault. With the softest, deepest voice, he growled into her ear. “You’re mine, Ella O’Brien. Only mine.”
She gasped. Hearing him use her maiden name took her to a new place. She flew apart and scattered into space in the most intense orgasm of her life. The second he took over, she connected to the part of her she gave away to Greg so long ago. She became Ella O’Brien again, the fighter, the young woman, the lover, the conqueror of all things. This wonderful man brought those parts back to her.
He dropped to his elbows and rested his head above hers. “Damn.”
She raised her lids and gazed at his beaming smile. “You look very pleased with yourself.”
His smile fell a little then brightened again. “Shouldn’t I be?”
“Why, yes, you should be. In fact, you can pick me up from work at five for dinner,” she said, trying to sound casual.
“How about you stay over my house tonight, and I’ll take you to work tomorrow too?”
Jason and Kyle have school. Colleen’s wedding. Jewelry hocking. Calling in favors. Work. Finding another therapist to work at the spa to help with rent.
“Monday is going to be a busy day.”
“What if I stay here tonight and leave at six in the morning?”
“Five-thirty?” We could shower together… Mmm. The shower at the cabin…your soapy hands on my—
“Deal.” He interrupted her salacious thoughts. “Now let’s get you to work on time. If I look at you like this much longer, we’ll never get out of this tiny bed.”
“My bed is not tiny. You, sir, are a giant.”
She climbed out of bed. Her body ached in all the right places. Her leg and ankle didn’t hurt nearly as badly as they had the day before. She added a little swing in her hips as she sashayed past him.
“I’m not a giant.” He followed her into the bathroom. “You, ma’am, are tiny.”
“I’m not that tiny,” she said.
His clothes sat neatly folded on the vanity stool.
“Do you fold everything?” She stepped over the threshold into the walk-through shower and turned on the water.
“No. I really don’t fold,” he said. “Takes me forever. I hate it. I don’t iron, either.” He joined her in the shower. “You’re great at it all, aren’t you?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “I do all right.”
“More than all right. There doesn’t seem to be anything you can’t do well.”
“Thanks.” You make me feel as though I can conquer the world.