Page 22 of If The Shoe Fits

Helene

Helene was trembling, her legs barely able to support her weight. Her poor head was filled with cotton, floating away from reality. What the hell had that been? She was shattered, in pieces, entirely sated, and Cade hadn't even fucked her. Not really. Fucked with her? Definitely. The things the man did with his hands and mouth should be illegal. In fact, she would have sworn it was probably illegal in parts of the world.

And now, he wanted to feel her pussy. And fuck if she didn't want that, too. Helene was greedy for more of what he had in store.

Cade helped her to her feet, and like the gentleman he wasn't, kissed the back of her hand. Why did even that feel so intense? Maybe Cade wasn't human. He could be a creature right out of one of her sister's new books.

"You're so very beautiful, Helene."

Feeling herself flush, she held her chin high. "You don't have to chat me up. I'm already naked." Mostly. She was still wearing her dress, loose over her hips. She wiggled out of it, and stepped over the fabric.

"I'm simply stating a fact."

Suddenly aware of the fact that he was, tragically, still wearing his well-cut suit, though his pants were open, she brought her fingers to his collar and opened the first button, then the second, and the next. He watched her do it without a word. When she was done, she looked at her handiwork. His chest was hard and tanned, with a fine layer of slightly curled hair. Perfect. Everything about him was perfect.

"Well, in this case, I suppose I should tell you you're quite gorgeous yourself."

His grin was wicked, and cocky around the edges. Damn, the asshole was probably perfectly aware of his effect on women in general—and her, specifically. She was here, naked in an unlocked library, after all.

"Thank you, Helene."

The way he said her name did things to her.

Cade shrugged off his jacket and shirt in one go, before caging her in against the wall between the bookshelves. "I don't think I can get enough of your wicked mouth." Without further warning, her returned to her lips. This time, he was soft and gentle, savoring her taste. Her hands curled around his neck, keeping him closer. One of his slid to her arm, then her hips, before returning to the apex of her thighs, where she needed him. His skilled fingers pressed, coaxed, and teased her. In an instant, her inside were boiling again, demanding more. Her hips curved to give him a better angle, and she breathed hard against him, already close to another mind-blowing orgasm.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?"

Was she ever? "Condom."

She was proud of herself for having the presence of mind to remember that, through the haze of lust her brain was clogged under.

Cade's arm, close to her head, moved down, to his back pocket. He pulled out a brown wallet. Thank God he was prepared. That probably meant he was used to sneaking into libraries to have his way with socialites, but Helene couldn't care less. This was just fun. She wasn't going to delude herself into thinking it was anything more. Determined to enjoy the moment and not think about tomorrow for one second, she thrust her hand inside his open crotch, and wrapped her fingers around his hot, hard length, freeing it from his pants.

Damn.

She must have said that aloud, because Cade chuckled.

"Do you like what you see, Helene?"

Hell to the yes.

She swallowed, still fixed on the thick eight-inch length. It was curved upward, with pronounced veins running through it.

Caderemoved his fingers from her heat to unwrap a condom, eyes fixed on her. She'd never thought of putting on a condom as something sensual—it was just a necessity, something to get over with—but with the heat of his stare, each of his slow movement made the anticipation rise higher and higher. By the time he'd fitted the latex over his cock, she was desperate for it.

"Turn around, sweetheart."

She practically stumbled in her rush to obey. Facing the wall, she spread her legs, as the head of his cock aligned with her entrance, rubbing over the wet slit. Cade bent her over, gentle, and anchored his hands around her hips.

"God, you look so fucking perfect."

She was so drenched, but Cade's slow, controlled entrance stretched her in ways she didn't think possible, drawing a long moan from her throat. "Oh my God."

This felt so good. So right. The curve of his dick hit just where she wanted it.

She had no warning: he retreated all the way out, and slammed back in again. And again. And again. She could only buck, and wince, and scream. Her hand pushed against the wall to keep her upright, but her legs were giving in. The only thing keeping her up was his iron grasp.

Tears gathered in her eyes. She couldn't form a clear thought, or a word. This was too much. Too fast, hard and intense. Her mind couldn't comprehend the mindless, brutal rutting.

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