Page 73 of Rope Me In

Kade moves the hand on my other cheek down my neck, sliding it back until he’s threaded his fingers in the hair at the base of my neck. I shiver from the sensation on my scalp and open my eyes to find him watching me carefully. When he tugs the hairs gently, a gasp escapes from my parted lips.

“You’re so responsive, Lemon.” He leans in closer so his breath skitters across my face. “Fuck, I want to kiss you. More than I want anything else.”

I lick my lips, and that feeling I got the first day we met settles in my body. I wanted to kiss him behind Night Hawk, even if I didn’t want to admit it, and now that desire is back and completely overwhelming. I don’t want to imagine what his lips will feel like or taste like anymore—I want to know for real.

But there’s one thing stopping me.

“Presley,” Kade questions. “Did I misread this?”

I place one of my hands over the one he has cupping my cheek. “No, you didn’t. I’m just…” I collect my words. “Out of practice.”

Kade sighs a breath of what I’m assuming is relief, lips tugging at the corners. “Then practice on me.”

I smile back at him, something I’ve been doing a lot more of in the last day. It’s a miracle I’m even smiling at all, especially after what happened with Derek and the things he said tonight. But Kade makes me happy. He puts me at ease. He helps erase all the negative self-talk simply by looking at me the way he does—with so much desire it makes my head spin.

He massages the base of my skull, clearly waiting for my answer. His gaze flicks from my eyes to my lips, and I have absolutely no doubt about how much he wants to kiss me.

“Yes.” I exhale. “Kiss me, Kade.”

In a lighting-fast move, he throws the hat he’s been wearing to the back of the cab and closes the gap. He plasters his body against mine so my back hits the door, my hair brushing the window. When I feel the pressure of his left thumb on my cheek, my mouth parts. He uses the opportunity to connect us further, his lips exploring mine as I let out a small gasp. The grip on my skull tightens as our mouths mold together, and he groans into me, vibrations shooting through my body and lighting meon fire.

My chest heaves, breasts pressing against his chest as my hands grip his waist. His lips turn demanding, crushing into mine at a devouring pace. With how gentle he’s been with me today, kissing my hair and holding me while we danced, I thought this would be a sweet kiss. I was wrong. This kiss holds the same intensity of his stare when I’ve caught him watching me. The same intensity I felt last night as he spanked me. He puts his all into it but still makes sure my head is supported as he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips.

I open more for him, and he licks into my mouth as my hands explore along his waist. I like the way his muscles contract and tremble under my touch; it makes me feel powerful. His tongue slowly strokes against mine, rough and hot, and I do my best to keep up with him.

I moan as his minty taste bursts along my taste buds and a guttural sound leaves him. He presses his body further into mine so my back digs into the armrest on the door, and I kiss him harder. When his hand on my neck starts to move south, I exhale into his kiss, letting the feeling of his lips, the masculine smell of him, like salt and leather, invade every fiber of my being.

Kade sucks on my lower lip, both of us gasping for air before he kisses me again. The strokes become firmer and even more demanding. His hand traces over the tops of my breasts and down my ribs, but he doesn’t go low enough to touch my stomach. Tears sting my eyes when I realize that he cared enough to remember what I told him last night. I pull back just slightly, and he nips at my lips, resting his forehead against mine.

Kade’s hand softly tickles my upper ribs before he moves to trace my clavicle. “Is this okay?” he asks, trailing his fingers a little lower.

“Yes,” I say. “Touch me, Kade.”God, I want it.

“Thank god.” He exhales. “And Presley?”

I stare at him through my hooded gaze, waiting.

“You’re not out of practice.” He dives back in before I can answer, his lips attacking mine with fervor as he cups one of mybreasts, squeezing and thumbing my nipple through my bra. I moan at the feeling of the tight bud being teased while I drag one of my hands up to rest on the muscle of his shoulder, digging my nails in just slightly. Kade must really like that, because he squeezes my pert breast tighter.

He continues to tease and explore my chest over my clothes, and my body starts to sweat as the truck heats up from our labored breathing and raised body temperatures. I don’t know how long we kiss, but my entire being is screaming for more than just a hot and heavy make-out session.

I pull Kade as close as I can, tugging his shirt from his pants and running my nails along the lower muscles of his abs, my fingertips brushing the coarse hairs of his happy trail.

“Jesus Christ, Presley,” he groans. He kisses down my neck, and his hands drift to the space just under my breasts.

“Don’t stop,” I exhale. The huskiness of my own voice surprises me. I’ve never heard myself sound so desperate and turned on, not even while he spanked me. I feel as if another woman has possessed my body, the kind of woman I’ve always wanted to be but have been too scared to set free.

Kade kisses back up the column of my throat until our eyes meet. It may be dark, but I can see how worked up he is. His lips are swollen, his cheeks are flushed, his pupils are dilated, and the outline of his erection is prominent under his jeans. My clit thrums at the sight of him, and I’m hungry for his fingers between my legs again.

“Tell me where else I can touch you.” His voice, too, is deeper than normal, and it sends shivers up my spine.

“Everywhere.”

He looks stunned for a second, and I understand why. I bring my hand to his cheek.

“I trust you, Kade. You make me feel safe.”

A warm smile lights up his face, and he delicately kisses my nose then my lips, sipping at them as if they’re a fine whiskey. When he meets my gaze again, his eyes are shining with thatintensity of his, the same as when I asked him to spank me. It has my body humming, my heart racing, and goosebumps breaking out over my arms in anticipation.

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