Page 8 of Claiming His Property

Cade smirks as he moves right in and pulls me into his arms.

My heart nearly stops beating as our bodies meet. He’s so muscled and strong. And then I feel it: a bulge between his legs pressing right up against where I was just touching myself.

“I couldn’t wait another week,” he whispers. His voice sounds so sexy when he’s speaking softly. It’s like somebody pouring warm honey in my ear. “It was bad enough I didn’t get to see you today at Beatrice’s.”

Here it comes again: that tingling sensation between my legs.

Is this really happening?

I swallow hard, looking up at him with what must be a puppy-dog look on my face. Cade seems to love it and looks back down at me with a fiery lust in his eyes that makes me feel like I’m the absolute center of the world. No man has ever looked at me like this before. Hell, no man has ever paid me this kind of attention before.

“Cade, I–”

He cuts me off with his lips, pressing them to mine, giving me my first kiss ever. It’s like a confetti bomb goes off in my brain, accompanied by the most incredible display of fireworks imaginable.

I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life.

A moan hums in my throat, and I reach up and drape my arms loosely around his neck, which is thick and strong like the branch of a tree.

He’s all muscle. All man.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but he leads me with his lips like a man leads a woman in a dance, showing me how to kiss him back. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and things get hotter, steamier. My whole body lights up like a Christmas tree. Every inch of me is burning with desire beyond what I was feeling moments ago when I was thinking of him in bed.

But then his lips break away from mine, and it’s like a connection being severed. I open my eyes and look up into his. He’s staring down at me, half-smiling as he brushes a piece of hair from my face.

“I knew the moment I saw you, Sky.”

“What did you know?” I whimper back.

“I knew I had to have you. I had to make you mine.”

This is all too much for me.

What did I do to deserve this man? He should be dating models in Los Angeles, not sneaking into a trailer park girl’s window at night.

“You’re just running game,” I scoff, averting my eyes from his hypnotic gaze.

“No, I’m not,” he replies, framing my chin with his rough hand, lifting my eyes to his. “I would never lie to you, Sky. I’m putting my job at risk just being here.”

He makes a good point.

But I still can’t understand why a man as gorgeous as him would be here romancing me.

“So…does that mean you have some kind of mental deficiency?” I tease, running my finger across his chest. He laughs and snatches me by the wrist, pinning my arm behind my back.

“Oh, my brain is working just fine. And right now it’s telling me to take you outside where your dad can’t hear us.”

Yeah, my whole body nearly explodes with heat at that comment. I bite my lower lip and look up helplessly at him.

“Okay?”

I nod back.

“Good. Come on.”

He slips out the window first, then easily lifts me out like he was plucking his cat off the top of the pantry. I’ve never felt so wonderfully small and dainty in my life as he swings me in his arms and gently sets me down beside him.

“How much do you lift?” I ask him as I follow him to his truck where he’s parked it in the shadows by the trees.

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