Page 54 of Return to You

"Do I need to do this?"

The last syllable was barely out of her mouth before his lips were on hers, his tongue thrusting into her hot and waiting mouth and drowning out any additional words she might’ve been about to say.

He reached down and grabbed her ass, gripping it so firmly that she could feel the outline of every finger through her denim shorts. A groan escaped from low in her throat, disappearing in the hot, wet field where their tongues were doing battle.

She loved it when he touched her like that. It was so hot and so visceral, the way he planted his hands on her like he owned her. It was like the romance novels she’d read where the hero was claiming what was his.

It wasn’t something she ever thought she’d appreciate in practice, but a lot was surprising her when it came to Kade.

A deep, throbbing ache grew between her thighs and she knew that it was a pain that would not be satisfied until Kade touched her there. There was simply no cure for a lady boner except an orgasm. That's what Jess had told her once and she was beginning to believe it.

That made her way too dependent on him in this moment, but with his tongue moving in her mouth and his hands tightly gripping her booty, she decided she didn’t really care. In fact, she was thinking it was working itself out quite nicely.

He took a few steps forward, pressing her up against the wall. It jarred her and she sucked in her breath. It also sent trembling waves of arousal through her. For all her independence, she couldn't believe how much she loved being manhandled by Kade.

"You’re really good at this," she breathed. She barely had the strength to speak that tremulous whisper, but she could tell from the hungry way that Kade started kissing her neck and the deep groan that ripped from his chest she’d gotten her message across.

His lips were tender as they traveled down her neck, but they were anything but passive. He pressed them against her soft flesh with a determination and authority that sent heat spreading out from every place they came in contact with.

"Nobody touches me like you, Kade," she whimpered, only barely in control of the words that she was saying in her head-spinning ecstasy. "Nobody makes me feel the way you do."

In between kisses that were now traveling down her chest, he stopped and growled, "Good. Nobody better."

He pulled back slightly and ran his hand up her body. He cupped her breast through her shirt and used his thumb and forefinger to capture her nipple, hard and poking out through the fabric before tugging it down.

"Your body makes me crazy. You make me crazy."

Even through her bone-crushing pleasure, a small smile touched her lips at his words. The tone he’d used made her think that he wasn't any more in control of the words coming out of his mouth than she was. She liked that. She liked knowing that she wasn’t the only one being driven to the brink.

She was cognizant with every passing second that they were in the rental office, even though the door was locked. It actually made things so much hotter, the semipublic location.

She lifted her leg and hooked it around him. She began to grind her hips against his rock-hard muscles, the heat from his body penetrating straight through her jean shorts. It wasn’t as good as a finger or tongue but it gave her stimulation in all the right spots, raising her ecstasy levels to the point where she wasn't quite sure how much longer she would be able to hold on.

Kade’s lips and tongue were all over the bare flesh of her chest as he cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his fingers until it had reached the point where pleasure verged on pain.

But holy mother of all that was holy, it felt something like heaven to rub up against him in that slow, circular motion as she tangled her fingers in his hair and held on to his twitching shoulders. She was certain he was going to take her where she wanted to go just like this.

That certainty was shattered, however, when Kade slid his hand around to the front of her shorts, undid the button and then slid his fingers down inside her panties and started to rub her. There was nothing that felt as good as Kade touching her, skin to skin.

He made her feel alive. Empowered. And loved.

Kade couldn't get enough of Ali. Touching her. Tasting her. Kissing her.

He needed her more than he needed air to breathe. There was nothing as intoxicating as hearing her moan or whimper and feeling his finger coated in her arousal. It was almost too much to take.

Her smooth skin was like butter under his hands, and now he had his hand down her pants, moving his fingertip up and down her silky wet seam over and over again as she squirmed against him.

This was it. All he wanted to do with his life. There would never be anything else in his life as good as pleasuring Ali.

He shifted the angle of his hand so he was able to press his fingers into the wet heat between her legs. Her entire body clenched when he drove two digits into her. Her inner walls bore down on him so tight he thought she might just squeeze him right back out again, and then she let out a quiet, gasp that made his dick stand up.

Hearing the small, desperate sounds she made as he moved his fingers in and out of her fed into every caveman instinct that Ali brought out in him. Here she seemed completely dependent on him. The rest of the time, she was tough. Independent. Self-sufficient. He liked feeling like she needed him, and that he was doing something for her that she couldn't do for herself.

She had the weight of the world on her shoulders and he loved being the man that made her forget about everything except feeling.

He moved his fingers faster through her silky flesh, drinking in the gasps she let out like they were water and he was a man dying of thirst. Her fingernails dug into the back of his shoulders, and he didn't mind the pain at all. He liked it. The stinging sensation amped up his arousal.

"Oh. Yes. I’m close. Yes. Don’t stop."

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