Page 32 of Infatuation

Without closing his eyes, he bent his head and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips. When he pulled back, she was smiling, her eyes were sultry, and her face was flush. He rose to his knees and entered her slowly. He wanted to thrust into her with no finesse. But, with the plug in her ass, he couldn’t. It might be too much. She groaned in frustration.

“What? You have complaints?”

“Go faster.”

He smiled at the impatience in her voice. “I am trying to be gentle.”

“Be gentle later.”

He should reprimand her, but he couldn’t. She shouldn’t be telling him what to do. At this time, though,he didn’t care. He just wanted to watch her come again. He started thrusting, slowly, shallow, just enough to build her back up again. She arched up against him, and he knew what she was feeling. With the plug inside her ass, it was tighter. Each thrust took her to another level of pleasure.

Soon, she was moaning beneath him, moving in tandem with him.

He leaned down and kissed her. “Come for me, Shannon. Do it.”

She was already coming by the time he finished giving her the order. Her muscles clamped down tight on him, pulling him deeper into her pussy. He kept moving, pushing himself to the release he had been needing for what seemed like forever.

She looked up at him then. Those green eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips curved, and she cupped his cheek.

“I love you, Kade.”

His heart squeezed as he looked down at her and knew in that moment, she meant every word.

“Come for me,” she whispered.

Her voice was so soft, he wasn’t sure he heard her, but he could read her lips. He did then, thrusting into her one last time and losing himself to the pleasure.

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Darkness surrounded them. It was what they worked best in, the one thing he knew that would make it easier to extract the subject. The plan was in place, and as always, there was a backup. But Kade had a bad feeling about this one. Something in his gut was telling him that they should abort.

“Something’s wrong,” Mal whispered. “Really wrong.”

Mal always knew when something was going down. The fact that Kade was feeling it, too, wasn’t a very good sign.

Nothing moved. Not even an animal as they made their way to the rebel camp. It was so fucking hot. He just wanted to get back to Shannon. He wanted to make it out of here alive and go back to the joy he’d shared with her. Then it hit him. It was too quiet. A real base camp would at least have some kind of activity. He held his fist up, telling everyone to halt. It came a second too late. An IED went off several yards in front of them. Mal dropped to the ground and didn’t move. Kade’s heart was pumping hard, adrenaline coursing through him as chaos exploded around him. They all hit the dirt, and Kade crawled on the floor of the jungle to reach his friend. He was happy to find him unconscious with a steady heartbeat. Then shots were fired. He heard Forrester scream out, and he jumped to his feet. He saw a rebel holding his gun to the kid’s head. Kade couldn’t get a good shot off. The sound of the other gun going off echoed through the jungle.

Kade came awake screaming. Sweat rolled down his back, and in the coolness of the room, he shivered. His heart was smacking against his ribs.

“Kade? Are you okay?” Shannon asked, her soft voice filled with sleep and worry.

Still feeling the raw from the dream, he said nothing, just rose from the bed and went into the bathroom.

By the time he returned, she had turned on her bedside light and pulled on her robe.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nothing to talk about.”

She frowned. “You have nightmares every night. Talking sometimes helps.”

“Well, it won’t help me. Just forget it.”

He settled back in the bed. He didn’t want to look at her, couldn’t.

“Have you talked to anyone about it?”

“Let it go, Shannon. I’m not in the mood.”

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