Page 13 of Caden

We lock eyes for several heated seconds, the tension in the room growing thicker with each heavy breath. The desire between us is stronger than it’s ever been, heightened by the most recent event. “We shouldn’t,” I say in a gruff whisper.

“But what if we did?” she asks, licking her lips. “Just for tonight?”

“Ruby—”

“I could use the distraction right now.” The admission only further fuels my anger toward the jackass who threatened her life, but it also breaks down the fortified wall I’ve kept up around her. “Maybe we’d finally get each other out of our systems that way. Before Marshall gets back. No one has to know.”

Tonight will never be enough. But it’s a place to start until she’s ready to admit there’s more between us. “What are you saying?”

She lets the blanket fall away, revealing a skimpy pajama set. Her pebbled nipples poke right through the thin fabric of her pink tank top, the sight hardening my dick instantly. “I’m saying I want you tofuckme, Caden.”

Any sense I had left is gone in a flash with her request. There’s no question. Oh no, it’s a complete fucking certainty that we both want this.

It’s permission to finally take it.

The magnetic pull we’ve been fighting all these months finally wins, and our bodies crash together. Our lips fuse as I scoop her up by the ass, desperate to taste her kiss. So fucking thankful she’s alive and okay. She wraps her legs around my waist, instantly grinding against my straining cock as I shove her up against the front door. Her greedy fingers find purchase on the side of my neck, and I nearly come apart at her touch.

“Caden,” she moans as I slide a hand up her thin, loose pajama top and tease the swell of her breast with my fingertips. The soft touch a direct contrast to the otherwise hungry and desperate frenzy between us.

“I’ve been dreaming about these tits for a long fucking time,” I say in a low growl, lifting her shirt to reveal them to me. “Fuck.”

“Maybe we should go upstairs,” she says in a pant.

“Maybe,” I murmur against the nipple I take into my mouth.

“Or you could fuck me against the door first,” she says, her voice raspy.

“Tempting,” I admit, already envisioning pummeling into her sweet pussy until I drain my cock inside her. I push away all thoughts that we might only have this weekend and instead focus on fulfilling her request to distract her with pleasure. “But I have something else in mind.”

“Oh?”

I set her back on her feet, pull off her top, and turn her around with my hands on her hips. “Put your hands on the door,” I demand in a low whisper against her ear.

“I didn’t know firefighters did any frisking,” she teases.

“Only when it’s necessary,” I say, tugging on her ear lobe with my teeth as my fingers tease the waist band of her soft pajama shorts. Shorts so short they may as well be underwear.

“It might be right now,” she pants.

“Oh?” I dip a hand into her shorts, discovering there are no panties. “Are you hiding something in that wet pussy of yours?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Slowly, I slide a finger down through her wet folds. “Christ,” I mutter. “You’re so fuckingwet.”

“Then do something about it,” she says, her voice raspy between soft moans.

I mean to take my time. To enjoy her pussy. But dammit, I’ve wanted this woman for way too long. And after the scare tonight, urgency wins. “How do you feel about rapid-fire orgasms tonight, babe?”

“Did you say orgasms? With ans?”

I chuckle low against her neck, my lips pressed against her soft skin. “You have a problem with that?”

“No. I just never?—”

Just another fucking thing her worthless ex was no good for. And another way I’ll ruin her for any other man.There won’t be any other men.“If you need me to stop or slow down, Ruby, you have to tell me.”

“Stop? Why would I tell you to stop?”

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