Page 113 of Rope Me In

“Do you like it?” I ask, trailing a finger between the valley of my breasts. They’re held by a skimpy tan halter vest that shows off my midriff. The fact that I’m wearing this, especially something that shows my stomach and my butt, is a miracle in itself. But when I’m around Kade, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. My confidence only grows every day I’m with him and when I’m onstage, doing what I love most.

“Do Ilikeit, Lemon?” His voice comes out husky as he closes and locks the door then takes a dangerous step toward me. “I more than fucking like it.” Another step. “I fuckingloveit.” He stops just short of me, and when I move to close the gap, he stops me by holding out his hand. “Spin for me, Cowgirl. Let me see that sexy body of yours. I missed it.”

My cheeks flush, and I bite my lower lip. Standing in front of him is one thing, but spinning for him?

Kade sees my hesitance and reaches out to take my chin between his fingers. “Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank you.” His words go straight to my clit, and I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together. He chuckles. “Should’ve known that wouldn’t work.” He takes his hand from my face and taps his chin thoughtfully. “How about you spin for me, and I’ll let you come on my tongue before you ride mycock.” He elongates the wordcockso I feel the K sound in my belly.

“Kade.” His name is a breathy moan on my lips, and my knees almost buckle. He knows I love when he talks dirty to me, especially when he’s demanding—it makes me feel cared for and cherished, like I’m the only one he wants and ever has or will.

“Do it, Lemon. Or maybe I won’t let you come at all,” he teases.

With that threat, I do as he asks. I know he’ll make good on it, and I need him tonight, even if the memory of the last time he edged me was a good one in the end.

I start to turn, and he interjects. “Slowly. Let me see how nicely you dressed up for me.”

My mouth goes dry, and my body feels like it’s been lit on fire as I slowly turn. Kade expels a throaty growl as he takes in my form. When my bare butt faces him, he curses.

“A thongandassless chaps, Lemon? You’re spoiling me.”

By the time I face him, my pussy is wet, and my hands are begging to touch him.

“When did you get this outfit?” he asks lustfully.

“At a store in Dallas.” I give in to my desire to touch him and brush my hands down his chest, making him shiver beneath my touch. When I reach the hem of his white T-shirt, he doesn’t stop me as I pull it out of his Wranglers. He lifts his arms, and Ishuck it off his body, throwing it to the floor. I reach for his belt next, unbuckling it with practiced ease before I unzip his fly.

“Eager?” His nose brushes the shell of my ear.

“For you?” I trail my fingers over his growing erection. “Always.”

Kade grabs my hands with another growl and pushes me toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I drop flat on my back, my body jiggling from the force. Once upon a time, that would’ve made me self-conscious, but not anymore. Kade’s hungry gaze devours my body as I push up on the bed, then he removes his hat and frisbees it to the floor before taking mine. With a smirk, he puts my hat on his head.

“What’s that saying, darlin’?” he asks playfully. “Oh, yes, wear the hat, ride the cowgirl.”

I laugh as he crawls over me, his lips crashing into mine for the first time in over twenty-four hours. He licks into my mouth, stroking my tongue as he takes my wrists, moving my arms above my head so I’m pinned.

He breaks from my lips, tossing my hat to the side with his before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, sucking on the small mark my fiddle leaves there. Kade loves to call it my “violin hickey.” I’ve tried to get him to call it what it is—“fiddler’s neck”—but he won’t hear it. He said he googled it, and you can call it that, too. I mean, that’s true, but I like to tease him about it anyway.

He sucks on the mark again, and I moan, my hips bucking against his. “God, I missed you,” he murmurs, kissing my mouth again.

“I missed you, too, baby.”

“I’m going with you next time.” He moves his lips between my breasts, unbuttoning the vest to expose my chest.

“I’d like that,” I rasp before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, causing me to gasp. He continues his worship of my breasts for only a moment before he licks a path downward. I prop myself up on my forearms so I can watch the topof his blond head pay attention to each and every faded red and white mark on my stomach.

My heart nearly explodes at the love this man has for me. How he knows and adores every single part of me, even the ones I struggle to find beautiful.

I lay my head back down on the mattress when his face meets my pussy. Without hesitation, I clench my thighs around his head as he sucks my clit through the fabric of my dark-brown thong.

“Always so fucking wet for me.” Kade groans. He pries my thighs apart then moves his strong hands to the elastic of the underwear. I start to lift my hips so he can pull them down, but before I can, a ripping noise fills the air.

“Kade!” I gasp, my head flying up. He’s grinning at me over the top of my sex as he chucks the now torn underwear to the floor.

“They had to go, darlin’. I need to lick this pussy clean, and they’re in my way. Besides, I want you to keep these chaps on.” With a devilish smile, he puts his mouth to my now bare clit and sucks. I buck, my hands flying to his hair.

True to his word, he licks and sucks every part of me. His tongue dips into my soaked entrance as he laps me up and hums his enjoyment. Needing to come, I press his face into my pussy, undulating my hips against his mouth.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he mumbles into me. “Use me.”

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