Page 48 of The Dragon's Mate Proposal

With my legs wrapped over both of his shoulders, Cade had unimpeded access between my legs, and he took advantage of it. His fingers dug deep into my ass cheeks, holding me tight to his face while he licked me, slowly at first, but with ever increasing speed as I twitched and writhed uncontrollably.

Being held aloft while being pleasured was the hottest thing to ever happen to me with a man, and Cade was good with his tongue. No, not good. Unbelievable. He knew all the parts and where to touch them and please them.

I could feel myself dripping down his chin and onto his chest, but that only seemed to drive him wilder.

“Don’t stop,” I hissed suddenly, eyes going wide as he pushed me over the edge. There was no turning back. My muscles trembled and began to twitch as everything tightened into a ball.

Cade didn’t stop. He didn’t change a thing. The instant I tensed, he just continued to repeat what he’d been doing. It was perfect.

I cried out, clutching his long hair as I rode his face, coming harder than ever.

He held me to his face throughout it all, not even taking so much as a sidestep, despite all the jerking and writhing I did while seated on his shoulders.

Only when I slumped forward, my breasts resting on his head, did he move, to take me to the bed, where he laid me back and slid to his knees.

And started to eat me out some more. I almost pressed his head away, but his tongue was just too warm, too soft, too good, and my pussy welcomed him greedily back between my legs.

A loud gasp accompanied the insertion of not one but two fingers, adding their pleasure to that of his tongue. With my clit and my G-spot being attended to, my second orgasm came on in seconds.

And the third was right behind it, racking my body as I cried out, my brain assaulted by the never-ending ecstasy Cade was inflicting upon me. My breathing was coming in short gasps, and muscle neurons fired without warning as I lay back, staring at the ceiling with my mind nothing but mush.

Well, almost.

Because I knew what came next.

“So, is this why you got a hotel?” I asked, managing to sit up, licking my lips and looking at the bulge in his pants.

It was his turn.

“No, as I told you,” Cade replied, his lips glistening as he smiled broadly. “I thought you could use a night off from sleeping on the floor.”

“And because you couldn’t get the new beds ready for tonight,” I teased, biting my lower lip.

“Okay, and maybe that,” he admitted, shaking his head. “But I didn’t expect this.”

“That’s okay,” I teased, sliding to the edge of the bed and reaching for his cock. “We’ll blame it on the alcohol.”

Cade immediately stiffened and pulled away from me, his shirtless upper body—when had that happened?—looking incredible as his muscles tensed with the movement.

“What?” I asked, dropping my hand awkwardly when he was out of reach.

“I didn’t realize you were drunk,” he said, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have pushed this much.”

“I’m not that drunk, Cade,” I protested, but it was too late.

The mood was broken.

He turned away, picking up my shirt, bra, pants, and underwear from the floor before handing them back to me with his eyes averted. I took my entire wardrobe, unable to remember when it had all come off, much like his shirt, and clutched it to my chest, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

Vulnerable and unwanted.

I wasn’t sure which was worse. Sure, I’d had a couple of drinks and was feeling warm and fuzzy, or had been, but I was not in any way drunk. I was an adult. I knew how to handle myself.

But Cade didn’t seem to care.

“I’ll let you get dressed,” he rumbled as he headed for the door, not even bothering to grab his shirt on the way. “I’m sorry.”

The door was closed before I could speak up.

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