Page 68 of Cade

His words echoed warnings in my brain, because I knew then that this, this was it.

I could have easily kissed him, told him duty called, and I’d see him again over the weekend for the fundraiser.

But I didn’t want to go anywhere where Cade wasn’t.

I wanted to stay.

With him, in his arms, his heart.

“Then I won’t go,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his waist, tugging him against me with more force than I probably meant to, and it was like a switch was flipped.

Cade turned us around as he fumbled for the door, and we both practically fell in the house. He slammed it shut, never letting up as he continued to kiss me, as his hands slid up and down my back, over my hips, my ass.

I traced my hands over his hips and found the edge of his shirt, pulling at it. Cade met my fervor as he pulled it off, showcasing his perfect toned chest, bathed in the amber light of his foyer.

I dropped the shirt over the arm of the couch, remembering the last time I’d been here. Where I’d watched his eyes fall shut as he came with ecstasy, my name on his tongue like a damn prayer.

He hurriedly popped the buttons on my shirt, and I shrugged out of it as fast as I could, his hands moving to my waistband, pulling me toward him, leading me through the darkened hallway by the kitchen.

The kitchen where I’d realized I was a goner.

Where I’d realized I was in love with him.

I turned us around, slamming his back against the hallway wall. He let out a breathy moan, as I palmed his erection through his jeans, feeling the heat of his chest against my own.

“Fuck, Wes...” he moaned, and I grinned wickedly.

I loved how he said my name.

I loved how his eyes squinted a little bit, how his pouty lips swelled after he’d been kissing me or sucking my cock.

Fuck, I loved his damn risotto and his ability to make me feel like I was on cloud nine every time he looked at me.

I loved this man, and I intended to make it known even if I couldn’t say it out loud.

“You can tell me to stop,” I said, giving him an out in case he needed it. I never wanted to assume anything with Cade. I wanted his complete and total consent, as well as his obedience.

He shook his head, grabbing my face in his hands.

“Don’t stop,” he said, his eyes glazing over.

“Your wish is my command,” I said as I worked at his belt.

Cade returned the favor with hurried motion, spinning us around until my back was against the wall, until we were both completely and utterly naked, our bodies melding with the shadows in the hallway.

My cock sprang free, and Cade groaned as I ground myself against him. His hardness against my own was intoxicating. He pulled me back into a dark lit room, his lips seeking mine hurriedly before trailing off over my jaw, my neck. His hands slid up my neck and gripped my hair at the base tightly. The force was sudden, but not unwanted.

“Tell me what you want, Cade,” I breathed, my cock aching as he ran his thumb over my sensitive, swollen head.

His lips found their way back to mine, and he pushed me back against something hard, making my knees buckle. I fell back onto a soft, cold cushion, rumpling blankets and sheets.

Cade straddled my legs, nudging them apart as he came up for air, his pupils dilated and full of so much love, so much heat I thought for sure I must have been dreaming.

“You, Wes. I want you,” he said, his blue eyes burning into mine.

I slid my hand over his hip, my fingernails digging into his skin as I looked up at him, as he waited for my words.

“Then fucking get on your knees like a good boy and take me,” I breathed, watching as his entire body relaxed.

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