Page 46 of Reckless Single Daddy

I turn over on my side and face Cade. He’s drawn the curtains shut, locking us away from the outside world once more. The Bahamas were a nice distraction, but the reality of everything back home hit me harder than I thought it would. It didn’t help matters that the moment I walked inside the house from getting back, Mia was back to yelling at me. It’s like she started to trigger this stress response, but the letter made it unravel completely.

I will admit I totally deserved her tongue-lashing, but it was just crappy timing. At least now it’s behind us and I can focus on me in this moment. Cade’s eyes search me, inspecting me to see if I’ve returned to him. I’m very much present right now.

“My prince charming,” I say softly.

He chuckles a little. “Now how do you figure that?” he asks. I think he’s just happy that I can say anything at all.

“Prince charming normally kisses the sleeping princess awake, but all you had to do was hold her,” I explain.

That prompts another relieved laugh out of him. I’m still a little dazed from the whole ordeal, but at least I know I can trust Cade to bring me back to safety, to reality.

“You know, if this was a real fairytale, you’d have kissed me already,” I point out in a low whisper, pressing my body closer to him.

He lets out a low hum as if considering those words. His hand finds my waist, his warm skin touching the skin peeking from my shirt, and presses his lips gently to mine.

This kiss feels very different than the others. It seems to hold promise and purpose. Every kiss we’ve shared has been specialin different ways, but this one feels almost… vulnerable. All I want is to be that with him.

Without breaking the kiss, I lie on my back as Cade hovers over me. His kisses are slow and deliberate. They carry a tender passion behind them, unlike the aggressive ones we’ve shared in the past. His hands find mine, his fingers interlacing with my own, pressing me into the pillow and framing my face like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

I whimper into Cade’s mouth, wanting more from him, to be as close to him as I can. I want him and desire him so much, but not in the feral way in the past. I want him to show me a passion that’s fueled by his genuine desire for a future with me. I want him to show me how much he adores me. As cheesy as it may sound, I want to make love with him.

As if reading my mind, he stops kissing me and tilts his head thoughtfully. He releases his hands from mine to slowly lower my shorts and peel them off, letting his fingers dance and tease along the newly exposed, sensitive skin of my legs. He moves them up to the waistband of my underwear and takes his time pulling it off. Gazing intently at me, as if waiting for me to stop him, he gently presses a finger between my legs.

With how easily he coaxes it inside me, he can’t have any doubt how ready for him I am. He lets out a shaky breath as if he just came to the same realization, and I watch his eyes darken with need.

I murmur his name, pressing my hips into his touch, urging him to start moving. But he just smirks at me, leaving me wanting, and I scowl at him.

He laughs and presses a gentle kiss to my mouth. “Patience,” he whispers as he pulls away, removing his finger and earning another grumble from me. Ignoring me, he moves down my body until he disappears under the covers, putting my legs over his shoulders.

I’ve been wanting this from him for some time, and I breathe hard in anticipation, pressing my head against the pillow. When I feel his tongue sweep over me, I let out a low whimper. And he’s only just warming up. For the next several minutes, he uses his lips, his tongue, his fingers to turn me into putty. I thank God Liam isn’t here, because I can’t stop the incessant moans escaping my mouth. I’m practically melting into the bed, entirely at Cade’s command.

When he licks the most sensitive part of me while pushing two fingers into me, I shatter into infinite pieces. He holds me, working me through my climax, planting gentle, soothing kisses up and down my neck.

But I’m not done with him, not nearly done. I want more. I want him to take me and fully claim me as his. To possess me.

I want him toloveme.

When he presses his lips to mine again, I moan into his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands find the waistbands of his shorts and boxers, and I slide them down to his ankles. My hand shoots back up to find him hot, hard, and eager for me. I wrap it around him firmly but not too aggressively, and he groans into my mouth as I give him a few strokes.

Nipping his bottom lip, I guide him toward where I need him most. His lust-filled gaze never leaving mine, he enters me until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

I delight in the feeling of being so stretched by him, and he keeps still until I accommodate him fully. I smile at him and nod, and he pulls his hips back, takin his first movements slow and gentle.

Before long, I realize that this coupling isn’t like anything we’ve experienced together. Each kiss to my skin, each press of his hips, is gentle yet calculated, unlike the other times that felt more or less like complete chaos. He seems to be expressing something with his body that he can’t tell me with words.

“Oh, Cade,” I say breathlessly, meeting his steady, impassioned movements with my hips. I clutch him harder, savoring the feel of his sweaty, hard, masculine body covering me.

He’s as responsive as I am to our new style of lovemaking. He grunts and shuts his eyes, his hands gripping my hips as he urges himself even deeper inside me. Though we’ve barely started, I feel myself already careening toward another earth-shatteringclimax. Nothing seems to turn me on more than watching this endlessly calm, collected, put-together man start to lose control because of me.

“Faster,” I demand, not wanting us to revert back to our sloppier sex of the past but to build momentum.

One thing Cade is not is a bad lover. He doesn’t waste any time with words or wasted movements, just simply listens to what I really want. He picks up the pace of his movements while keeping them intentional and intimate, as if he’s determined to wring every last bit of pleasure out of me. He drives into me deeper, finding the angle that makes me feel like I’m about to black out.

I pull him even closer to me, wrapping my legs around his waist, not letting him go. Sweating and panting hard now, I manage to drive my hips upward, matching his speed and thrusts. I watch, transfixed, as he falters in his movements, squeezing his eyes shut again and gritting his teeth as he struggles to maintain a semblance of control.

The sight of him unraveling snaps something in me, and I tumble down into ecstasy, feeling myself pulse and squeeze around him as I let out a long, strangled cry.

Cade comes undone right with me. He groans hard into my neck, growling out my name as he lets out a few last gentle thrusts. He collapses against me, breathing heavily as I attempt to controlmy own raging heartbeat, enjoying the last few aftershocks of my climax.

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