Page 102 of All The Happily Ever Afters

Pulling back, he gives me a charming smirk, “I’ll mind my manners until we get through that front door of yours.”

Oh, my…not a single word can finish that sentence. None come to mind even.

All the heat that had gathered between my legs burns its way up my body as I somehow find the ability to walk at a seemingly normally pace to my front door.

I’m already on edge just from knowing he wants me. Just from that short moment he had me pinned.

His strong hand wraps around mine, his deft fingers slipping against mine and caressing in soothing circles as I open the door.

The chill behind me isn’t from the night air, it’s from his immediate absence as I walk in and turn in my foyer, the light from the porch shining a light on his hulking body as he stands in the doorway.

“I have to apologize,” he starts and with a quick intake, my heart betrays me, squeezing tight at the thought that he isn’t going to come in. But then he does. A single step and then another. Each one of his, is met by one by me, luring him deeper in the house, until my back is pressed against the wall and the front door closes with a resounding click.

“I swear next time I’ll lay you down right,” he whispers although his words scream in my head, the lust making the quite polite words sound dirty. It’s his hungry gaze that seems to tear my clothes off even though he’s not touching me. His careful steps as if I’m his prey when he’s aware I’m willingly already his.

“But tonight, I have to do this,” he finishes the thought that seems to take forever to complete all the while my body heats and the desire takes over.

He’s on me in an instant, my back arching from the intensity of his kiss. His lips press against mine as his hands roam down my body, lifting up my skirt and pushing my underwear aside.

My lips mold to his and I moan in his mouth as his thick fingers brush against my swollen nub and then drift lower, through my slick folds and to my heated core. He groans, his head falling back for a moment before he rests his forehead against mine. His lids are still closed and I stare up at him, my heart racing, needing more. My entire being depends on the words that are sure to fall from his lips.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he comments with reverence and before I can respond, I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around his hips. With my back against the wall, he balances me there, his left hand pulling at the strap to my dress which falls carelessly, seemingly also affected by the unfair spell he’s always had over me.

If I could speak, I’d tell him that. I’d admit I’ve been ready for him for longer than he knows. I’d confess how much I want him, if only every nerve ending wasn’t lit along my skin, making his harsh touch filled with desperation ignite a craving both of us need to satisfy this very instant.

“Cade,” I cry out his name as he rakes his teeth down the curve of my neck and pulls my dress down lower, taking my bra strap with it until I’m exposed to him.

“I promise next time I’ll give you more attention,” his calm words, force the haze of want to subside for only a split second, just enough to hear the unzip of his jeans. Then I’m gone, gone far away and higher than I’ve ever been with my lips dropped into the perfect “o” as he fills me in a swift motion, his thick length stretching me.

With my heels dug into his ass, my body freezes, paralyzed by the sudden wave of pleasure that holds me hostage.

“I’ll give you time,” he groans against my neck, still buried deep inside of me. My thighs tremble around his hips, my core stretching to accommodate his size.

“This is how I pictured it,” he murmurs and I half wonder if he’s telling me, or confessing a sin. “This is exactly how I’ve wanted you,” his rough timber vibrates against my heated skin.

If I could speak, I’d admit the same, but he rocks just then, his pubic hair pressing against my clit and sending a moan to take over the words I dared to utter.

His lips find mine again as he rocks in and out, a gentle beast for a moment, before his pace picks up. My fingers dig into his skin, raking down his back and I find myself clinging to him, surrounded by his masculine scent. He fucks me, hard and rough until I have to silence my screams by biting down on his shoulder. The sudden movement awards me with a deep rumble of a groan that spurs him on. Faster, harder, relentlessly until I’m crashing hard against the wave of my release and he’s doing the same.

He’s gentle when he sets me down, although my legs are weak.

My head’s dizzy and my body’s numb all too soon. The climax still wracking through my body and leaving me so limp I nearly fall to the floor.

Nearly, but I don’t. Disbelief still forcing me to have some semblance of grip on reality.

I just slept with Cade Jameson… No, no, Cade just fucked me against the wall of my foyer. They’re two very different things and all I want from him now ismore.

“Do you want to stay?” I dare to ask him, not even waiting to catch my breath. “You want to stay with me tonight?”

Cade lifts his gaze to mine as he pulls up his jeans, buttoning them and already appearing put together. It’s not fair, because he’s left me shattered and I know I look the part.

I’m a well fucked mess and his tussled hair shows the evidence of what I’ve done to him, but nothing else does.

Insecurity wraps its way around my heart until he speaks.

“I’m a pretty easy-going guy, Shar. This could be one good night. It could stay between us. It could be more.”

Leaning against my foyer wall, still feeling him inside of me, it takes everything for me to believe this really happened. It’s happening right now.

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