Page 15 of Blue Collar Hotties

“You never come into my room,” I mumble, voice thick from all the crying.

Cade’s sigh is soft. “I want to, though. Every night.”

The mattress cries out under his weight as Cade kneels on the bed, my world tipping to one side, and when he crawls up my body, I feel his warmth wash over my front.

“Oh my god.” The shadow stretches out above me, so wide and tall and strong. His shirt is soft under my palms, slipping over hard, toned muscles. I grip the veteran’s shoulders, his scarred neck, his upper arms. “This isn’t a dream. What are you doing here?”

Cade settles the length of his body on top of mine, my legs falling open in automatic welcome, and with his hips cradled between my thighs, his breath warm on my cheeks, this is—this is so much. Heady and perfect and so confusing.

I grip two tight handfuls of his shirt. Like I could keep him with me that way.

Cade smells like soap and wood smoke. Like fresh mountain air.

“I still don’t think Luis would like this,” he says quietly, and my heart sinks all the way down to the floor beneath the bed. But then: “Maybe if I treat you right, though—if I prove every day how much I love you—”

I lunge up, heart soaring, and seal my mouth to his. Or I try, anyway, but it’s dark and it’s my first kiss, and my lips landsomewhere on Cade’s bristly chin. It’s awkward and clumsy, but Cade lets out a rough laugh, and then he ducks his head. Shows me how it’s done.

And here’s what I learn from Cade about kissing: it’s hungry and wild. It scorches my body from the inside out, and I feel it all the way to the tips of my toes.

Hewantsme.

This man is eating me alive.

And with each press and lick and suck and nibble, it all stokes the fire we’re building higher and higher until I’m panting for breath, my hair mussed on the pillow and my arms trembling where they’re wrapped around his neck.

“This is…” My hoarse whisper is so loud in the quiet bedroom. The only sounds are the creak of the mattress, the rustle of our clothes, our heavy, mingling breaths. An owl hoots somewhere beyond the window. “You’d better not take this back, Cade Armstrong, I swear to god.”

“I won’t.” He kisses me again, long and dirty and deep. My body’s wound so tight, I’m vibrating beneath him. A plucked string. “I couldn’t, angel. Now that I’ve got you, I’m never giving you up. Never.”

Uh-huh.

I pat his cheek and tweak his nose—just in case. Checking he’s real.

“What the—what are you doing?”

Yeah, he’s real. I bury my face in Cade’s throat, and I’m so happy I almost can’t stand it. My chest might burst. Hooking one leg around his hip, I roll my whole body against his.

And I canfeelhim. The thick, hard length of his cock. The one part of this man that has never, ever lied about wanting me. It’s rigid and demanding, digging into the crease of my thigh. I shuffle around until it’s lined up with my pussy, until there’s nothing stopping us but clothes, and then we clutch at eachother with twin groans and start grinding harder, our bodies falling into an instinctual rhythm.

“Fuck.” Cade’s hips rock into me, working me into the mattress. “You feel so good already, Riley. So perfect. You know how often I’ve thought about this?”

Um, I think I have some idea. Because not a single night has passed since Cade turned up at the cabin that I haven’t squirmed and panted and touched myself, thinking about this man. That I haven’t longed forthis, my body humming with desire.

The room is dark, but I can make out those blue eyes in the starlight. They’re harsh and hungry.

“Take me.” I hook a second leg around Cade’s hips, opening myself fully to him. “Take me, then. I’m yours.”

And there’s not much room in this cramped bedroom; not much light to see by, either. We fumble and grunt and I accidentally catch him with an elbow. But when I finally flop back on the bed wearing nothing but a full-body blush, it’s so perfect my cheeks ache from smiling.

“Are you wet?” Cade murmurs, climbing back on top of me. He’s naked too. And all that bare, warm skin, those toned muscles and rough scars… that chest hair…

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Find out for yourself.”

He huffs a strained laugh, but when thick fingers trail through my slit, neither of us is joking anymore. Because I’msoakedfor him, so wet and swollen and slippery, and Cade’s ragged groan makes my pussy clench down on nothing. Those fingers swoop up, teasing my clit, before he pushes one thick digit into my snug channel.

“Tight,” Cade grits out, stroking at my inner walls. Then he freezes above me. “Hang on. Are you…?”

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