Page 56 of Fight for You

I bite my lip and nod.

"We can't have that, can we?"

"No," I moan.

"I'll fix it," he says, tugging at the tie on my robe. His gaze drops to my breasts and then lowers, landing on the tattoo usually hidden by my bra. "You got a tattoo."

"Yeah," I whisper. The tattoo is simple, the words "Stay strong" scrawled in an elegant script beneath my right breast. I got it on my twenty-first birthday as a reminder to myself that I could be strong even without him and Titan to fight for me.

He runs his fingers gently over the words and then leans forward. His lips land against the tattoo, soft and sweet. "You've always been strong, January," he whispers into my skin.

Before I can tell him that he's wrong, his lips trail up my ribcage and then wrap around my nipple. I lose track of what I wanted to say and moan embarrassingly loud, but he seems to like it. He grunts and pushes me down with the hand wrapped around my hip to grind against his cock. He's so big and hard. So much bigger than I remember.

Desire courses through me, sending wetness to trickle down my thighs. He's always been able to drive me crazy with a single touch. Even when we were barely more than kids, he'd kiss me, and it took everything I had not to crawl into his lap and let him have his way with me. Had it not been for his resolve to keep me innocent for as long as possible, I would have given him my virginity the first time he slipped his hand beneath my shirt when I was fifteen.

"Cade, please," I whimper when he releases my nipple just to repeat the delicious torment on the other.

He pulls my robe off and tosses it away before running his hands all over my body. They're rougher than I remember but still somehow perfect.

I want him naked, too, but when I reach for his shirt, he flips me over. I land on my back on the couch with him hovering over me. He stares down at me, those eyes the dark gray color they always were when he was inside me. God, I think I missed seeing those stormy gray eyes stripping me bare. No one has ever looked at me like he does…like he sees all the way into my soul and finds every little piece of me worthy.

"I need you coming on my tongue again," he breathes and then kisses me hard.

Before I can wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, he prowls down my body, kissing and nipping as he goes. My legs fall open in invitation.

"Please," I beg him, shameless and aching.

He places a sweet little kiss just below my belly button and then shoulders my legs apart. "Jesus fuck, you smell so goddamn good," he growls, leaning forward until his nose bumps my clit. He inhales deeply. "Like sugar."

He spreads my lips open and swipes his tongue through my folds.

"Cade!" I shout, my hips arching off the couch.

"You already forget how good I can make you feel?" he asks me, taking another long lick. "This sexy little body was made for me, January. Maybe I need to remind you who it belongs to. Remind you that this delicious pussy needs me to take care of it."

Shit. I don't know why him claiming ownership over my body is so hot, but it is. I want to tell him that my body is his for the taking, but he snarls against my pussy and then dives in. Reality spins away. I can't get the words out. I'm no longer sure I even know words. All that's left is the way he eats at me like he can't get enough and the filthy sounds he makes. He's greedy, pushing my legs apart as far as he can get them as he attacks me with his mouth.

He's not gentle about it. He's wild with need. When we were together before, he was always so careful with me, almost like he was afraid to unleash on me. Cade, at twenty-one, was a sweet, attentive lover. Cade, at twenty-nine, is a beast, taking what he wants without apology. He isn't careful. He doesn't keep himself in check. The control he used to have is long gone, eradicated by need or want or the last seven years of being apart.

"I could eat you all fucking day, baby girl," he groans, thrusting two thick fingers inside me. "I'm going to die in this pussy. I know I am. It's too good. I can't stop. Fuck, January. Come on my tongue."

"Cade!" I scream as he sends me over the edge into a rolling orgasm. My hips buck and my head thrashes back and forth. The sensation is overwhelming, but he doesn't let me get away. He keeps at me, diving in over and over.

"Not yet," he pleads. "Don't make me stop yet." He curls his fingers up, stroking them across my G-spot.

I come again, screaming his name. My hands clutch in his hair, yanking. I'm not sure if I'm trying to keep him where he's at or push him away, though. I want both as tidal waves of pleasure crash through me repeatedly. They go on forever, leaving me gasping and shaking.

"One more," he whispers, lifting his head long enough to meet my gaze. There's something desperate in his eyes, something that makes my chest ache and my insides melt at the same time. "Give me one more, baby girl."

With that plea reflecting in his eyes, I can't deny him.

He lifts me toward his mouth once more, running his tongue in circles around my clit. He fucks me hard with the two fingers inside of me, making sure they rub across my G-spot each time he slides them inside. His lips seam around my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

I fly apart again, and this time, I know I can't take any more. If he makes me come anymore, I'm going to explode into pieces too small to put back together. My entire body hums with pleasure. Even the beads of sweat rolling down my skin feel like sensory overload.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful when you come," he whispers, rising up on his knees. His gaze locks on mine, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He places a hand over my chest, his palm flat between my breasts. Something flares in his eyes that I can't read, but I love the sight of it there. He stays like that for a minute, staring at me as he feels the way my heart pounds for him.

A second later, he yanks his boxers down, freeing his cock. I groan at the sight of it. He's long and thick. A bead of pre-cum slides down the broad head. He wraps his hand around himself and squeezes. His head tips back, a groan leaving his lips as he uses my juices to jerk himself off.

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