Page 37 of Combust
He chuckled with satisfaction, the sound vibrating against her sensitized nerves. In response, she slid her fingers into his soft, curling hair, knocking off his cowboy hat, and pulled his head closer.
He obliged by switching between both of her breasts, using his fingers to supplement his mouth.
When she was intensely turned on and panting, he moved his hands to grab her ass, then lifted her effortlessly. All without stopping the magic he was working with his lips and tongue.
Maggie’s instincts took over. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, pressing her core against the hard bulge at the front of his jeans.
Cade gripped her firmly and began to grind himself against her. All the while, he continued to drive her crazy with his mouth, stoking the flames of her arousal.
A whimper of pure need bubbled up out of her throat. She angled her hips and frantically rode the ridge of his erection, the seam of her jeans pressing against her neediest spot.
It felt so good, but she craved more. She wanted him inside her, filling her and quenching the burning, aching throbbing desire that held her as firmly as Cade’s hands cupping her ass.
“Oh, God, please don’t stop,” she begged in a broken whisper.
He growled in response, shifted her a bit, and thrust against her, hitting something that felt like an explosion of white-hot sparks.
With a choked cry, she crested and fell over the edge into a maelstrom of pleasure. She clung to him as her release rippled outward from her center, filling every inch of her with warm satisfaction.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” Cade panted as his hips continued to piston against her with further sensual fireworks. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come, you know that?”
Maggie realized that he was nearing his own climax. “Wait!”
He instantly stopped moving. She saw swollen veins throbbing beneath the sweat-dewed skin of his throat and temples, evidence of how much it was costing him to stop on the verge of his release.
Awed by the power she held over him, even in his moment of powerful need, she drew his face up to hers and kissed him, long and deep and wet.
“My turn.” He shifted her slightly and nestled his erection more firmly against her.
“Wait,” she said again. “I have something better in mind. Let me down.”
She wondered if he would, in his state. His bear was definitely in control right now, to the point where his skin was twitching and sprouting more hair as she ran her hands over him.
But he did release her, moving back a step to permit her feet to touch the ground. He held her waist, steadying her when she swayed. She needed that support, because right now, her legs appeared to be made of Jell-O.
Smiling up at his fierce golden gaze, she said, “I want to taste you, Cade.”
His eyes widened at her words. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Maggie slowly sank to her knees, and reached for his belt buckle.
He smelled wonderful, healthy and aroused. His hands came to rest on her head, and he smoothed her hair in a surprisingly gentle caress.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said huskily.
She took the zipper of his fly between her fingers and began to tug downwards, skimming her knuckles over the bulge straining his jeans. He groaned, and she smiled with satisfaction.
Then she heard the sound of cracking twigs as someone approached.
“Cade?” She recognized Young Mitya’s voice somewhere close by. “Maggie?”
“Oh, God!” She shot to her feet and frantically began tugging at her disarranged clothes, trying to put them back in order before her cousin appeared.What does he want? And why now?
“Fuck,” Cade snarled quietly.
“I’m sorry,” Maggie whispered. She patted his arm awkwardly, then bent to scoop up a large armful of branches.
“Tonight,” he murmured, “I’m gonna make you scream and beg for more.”
