Page 16 of After-Party Consequences

He smiled. Maybe that decision hadn’t been so dumb after all?

He ripped open his pants, shoved them down. But as his erection bounced free, thick and long and impossibly hard, surprise flared across her features.

‘That’s impressive,’ she said, the bold tone husky with desire, but also unsure again.

He’d had compliments before about his physique—he was a man who women had always liked the look of, even when he’d been broke—but something about the stunned yearning in her gaze when it rose to his, the captivating mix of awareness and shock, had him feeling like a real knight in shining armour for the first time in his life.

A knight who planned to show Charlotte Courtney exactly what she had been missing.

Cade Landry is actually a sex god!

Excitement vibrated in Charley’s gut as she devoured the sight of Cade’s heavily muscled body—in all its naked glory. The small scars, the flamboyant tattoo in faded red and gold of the mythical bird flaming across his left pec and shoulder, the defined lines of his hip flexors, the washboard abs, and the sunburnt bronze of his skin which paled at his groin, framing the massive erection that jutted out from the nest of dark hair.

She swallowed around the new blockage in her throat. And stared.

But as he fished a condom out of the bedside dresser and rolled it onto the mammoth erection with casual efficiency, it occurred to her he was a lot more experienced at pleasuring women than she was at pleasuring a man.

And she’d never had any satisfaction at all from penetrative sex.

The truth was, all her sexual encounters up to now had been furtive and rushed, crude and unmemorable...

She forced herself not to tense up, tried to concentrate on the epic orgasm she’d just had—which had been as surprising as it had been exhilarating.

Cade had taken his own sweet time and devoted himself to her pleasure first and foremost. Which just went to show, the few guys she’d slept with before him had been incredibly selfish, dating right back to the forty-something photographer who had slammed into her in a studio bathroom when she was sixteen and convinced her it was her fault she hadn’t enjoyed it.

She wanted to believe she’d just turned a corner—with Cade Landry’s expert help. But as he climbed onto the bed and gripped her ankle to tug her towards him—fierce possession in his eyes—her breath hitched. She did not want this to be another encounter she ended up regretting.

She pressed a hand to his chest. ‘Wait.’

‘Problem?’ he asked, his hands stroking her hips in a way which made her heart thunder against her ribs.

‘Not specifically...’ she said, far too aware of the thrusting flesh brushing against her thigh. Being in that state had to be uncomfortable, but in her experience, men found it a lot harder to slow down once they got it inside you.

‘I just... I don’t want this to be over too soon.’ She gripped the hot length as carefully as she could. ‘So how about I take care of you?’

He jolted as she stroked the turgid flesh, but then he pressed a kiss to her cheek and grasped her wrist to remove her hand from the powerful erection.

‘I’m in no rush, Charlotte,’ he said, the amusement in his voice belied by the intensity in his expression. ‘Let’s make this all about you. Because believe me, I’m already being taken care of...’

‘Youare?’ she asked. But she felt gauche and insecure when he chuckled.

‘Do you have any idea how captivating you are?’ he countered without answering her inane question. Before she could come up with a coherent answer, he murmured, ‘How about I show you...’

It wasn’t a question, as he held her firmly in place to nuzzle her neck, then proceeded to kiss his way—with infuriating patience—down her torso.

He worshipped her with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. His lazy focus made her aware of each sweet, sensitive spot he discovered. The maddeningly slow caresses turned her collarbone, her breasts, her nipples, her belly into one enormous erogenous zone. Her back bowed as he awakened every nerve ending—building a new maelstrom of need. She grasped handfuls of the sheet as he finally blew across the soaked satin of her thong.

She gasped, desperate, devastated as he traced the edge with his tongue.

‘Please...take it off...’ she begged, the thin swatch of fabric a frustrating barrier.

‘Why yes, Mizz Charlotte,’ he teased, the husky edge in his voice vibrating against her skin before he eased the thong off.

She lay hesitant, expectant, the mix of brutal pleasure and vicious anticipation making her desperation increase, as he parted her swollen folds and lathed his tongue across the needy flesh.

She lurched off the bed, her fingers fisting in the luxury linen sheets again, her eyes screwed shut.

‘Easy, Charlotte, hold on to it this time,’ he murmured, the tone arrogant but full of a confidence which only made her feel more alive, more needy, and more secure. And very happy to let him lead. ‘We’ve got all night.’

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