Page 55 of Return to You

Each of her words came out in a staccato burst, punctuated by desperate little gulps of air in between. He wished he had a recording. He'd never need porn again. All he would have to do was queue that up and he’d be hard as a rock in seconds.

"Come for me,” he growled.

As soon as his words hit her ears, she cried out and tightened every muscle in her body, her arms encasing his neck like a vice as she squeezed him hard throughout every crashing wave of her orgasm. Hot juices gushed from her and coated his hand inside her panties.

When she finally quieted in his arms, still trembling a little, her hair curling up where it met her damp forehead, he pulled his hand out of her and raised it up to his face. She drew back and looked at him, puzzled.

He smiled at her, every muscle in his body sizzling with want for her, and then licked every bit of her juices from his fingers, never breaking eye contact with her for one second. When he was finished, he said simply, "You're delicious."

She closed her eyes for one long moment before opening them again, a new clarity and determination behind them. Now it was her turn to maintain eye contact with him as she did something incredibly sexy—she reached between them and unfastened his pants, then slid her own hand into his boxer briefs to grasp his dick.

All he could do was breathe. His mind spun. He was unable to form words, and even if he could’ve put together a coherent sentence in his brain, his throat was closed too tight with lust to be able to vocalize it.

It didn’t matter. Every bit of communication that was needed was more than handled by the energy passing between their hearts, the sparks igniting in their eyes, and the touching of their hands.

She held her hand still inside his pants, just cradling his hard shaft between her gentle fingers, and they looked into each other's eyes and breathed hard. Kade couldn't remember another moment in his life that had held such erotic energy, both for what it was and for what it promised.

He knew, right then and there, there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn’t do for this woman. And not just because she had him by the balls, so to speak. He knew he couldn’t go back to the way things were. He loved her and he had a pretty good idea that she loved him, too. Whatever else was going on, they’d figure it out. Together.

He knew he couldn't say that to her, though. Not right then, not after all she’d been through, some of it because of him. He hadn't earned the right yet to tell her everything that he felt. So he did the next best thing. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, softly and tenderly, and kissed her with everything that was in his heart. He used his kiss like a telegraph, as if every movement of his lips was his heart's version of Morse code, tapping out a message that only she could decode.

As they kissed, she started to stroke him. Her movements were not frantic or jerky, but slow and deliberate, and they were all the sexier for it. His dick throbbed against the gentle stroking of her hand. He felt like he was going to burst, like there was no other way forward except to simply explode.

Her movements picked up a little bit of intensity, going just a touch faster, and her fingers squeezed him just a little bit tighter. He deepened their kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth. His heart beat a little harder and faster with every delicious stroke of her hand. Like a rushing river, the blood pounding in his veins was all he could hear.

He raised one hand to the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her silky hair, pressing her head forward so that her mouth was fitted tight to his. He never wanted to let her go, and he kissed her like he would never have to.

He explored the recesses of her mouth with his tongue like it was virgin territory to him. In a way, it was. They were different people than the last time.

Things were changing between them so quickly that what qualified as "them" was a totally different animal every time they touched. It made kissing her uncertain and thrilling, and a thousand different things that he could never hope to untangle. Especially not when his brain was swirling from lust because of those very kisses.

Suddenly her hand stopped moving. She froze. And he opened his eyes.

“What?”

“Do you hear that?” her brow furrowed.

There was a vibrating sound coming from the shop. He opened the door, stuck his head around it, and saw that his phone was vibrating on the glass counter. Then it stopped.

“It’s nothing,” he assured her.

He’d barely brushed his lips to hers when the office phone rang.

“The twins.” There was panic in her eyes as she rushed to the phone and picked it up.

“What’s wron—” She didn’t get the entire question out before she slapped her hand over her mouth and tears filled her eyes.

Kade’s heart shot into his throat.

“I’ll be right there.”

She hung up the phone, zipped up her shorts, and grabbed the keys on her desk.

“Ali?” Kade questioned as he zipped his own pants up.

“There was an accident. Ethan’s taking Ricky to the hospital.” She rushed past him. Her hands were shaking and she dropped her keys.

She tried to pick them up but they fell again. “Shit.”

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