Page 53 of Mariposa
Before I can process my thoughts, he’s on top and I’m lying in the sand. He grips my jaw tightly until his fingertips burn my skin, bruisingly. He’s in between my legs, and I know something is off about him. He’s hurting me.
“You want me to bite?”
I pissed him off.
“Kade…” I swallow, holding his gaze. The darkness inside me matches the darkness inside him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
As much as I despise what he’s put me through this past year, I respect him. I admire Kade because he motivated me to be the woman I am today. Stronger and more unbreakable than I thought I could ever be. I don’t hate him.
I crave him.
I’ve gotten to know bits and pieces of Kade—the cold, worthless, absent jerk Penny and Adam paint him to be doesn’t match what I’ve seen and experienced. He’s just like Booker characterized him: a man with a heart of gold. He’s always made sure everyone was taken care of. Responsible and straightforward.
He looks at me, and for the first time since I met him, he softens his gaze and genuinelysmiles. He licks his lips, and his jaw clenches. A vein in his neck protrudes through his sun-kissed skin.
His fingers dig into the hollows of my cheek, forcing my lips to open, and a look spreads across his face that can only be described as one thing.
Desire.
He traces the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, the gesture awakening butterflies inside my stomach, flocking until heat courses at my core. Tightening my thighs, I try to hide behind loose hair, but Kade pushes it to the side.
“I’m a model soldier, a gentleman, but the way I lose all control when it comes to you is the bane of my existence.”
He rests on his elbows on either side of my face and rubs his thumb against my lip. Up and down until he’s forcing it into my mouth, he goes in deep until I gag. I clamp my mouth on his calloused skin and suck.
What am I doing?
As soon as he removes his hand from my mouth, his soft lips crash against mine. My traitorous lips move against his as if they have a brain of their own. He shuts his eyes tight like he’s in pain. The scar on his left eye creases as he groans against me, and for a split second, I don’t want to shut my eyes. Kade is beautiful, sinfully fucking handsome, and I don’t want to blink. Kade O’Connell, Master Sergeant, is breaking...for me.
Our forbidden tension has transformed into something intoxicating—our own reckoning. The way he feels forces me to melt and succumb to the dark thoughts I’ve pushed back far into my mind since I first met him. I kiss him back, harder. I need to feel his strained cock, caged back by his black jeans, against my naked thigh. He thrusts once against my core, forcing a high-pitched whimper to fall out. He’s demanding and needy. He impatiently runs the palm of his hand up the apex of my thighs, as his tongue slips inside my mouth.
The taste of beer mixed with his cigarette has me coming back for more. He makes me greedy, but he’s greedier. His tongue twists and dances with mine, with the need to dominate me, devouring my taste just as much as I’m drowning in his.
“Please, please fucking tell me to stop. This is wrong,” he pleads.
“So, so wrong,” I tell him, capturing his lips with mine.
Agreed.
He pulls away, but I cup his face in my hands. My palms smooth over his beard.
“Let’s be selfish for one moment right now. Where you’re just a guy on the beach and I’m just a girl on the beach. No titles, no ranks, no morals, no thoughts…a moment where it’s onlyus.”
His eyes narrow. Turmoil and hesitation flash across his features.
“Take off your panties,” he orders me. I giggle against his lips nervously. He searches for them, palming my ass and squeezing until it’s painful. He continues to pepper kisses all over my jaw, but when his fingers ghost the sensitive skin above my clit, he pulls back, breathless.
“Violet…you aren’t wearing any underwear?” His tone deepens. I bite my bottom lip and shrug. He tuts and leans into my ear.
“You better start wearing panties or I’ll fuck that bratty little smile off your lips right now.”
Oh, um…yes, please.
His wet tongue drags down my cheek until it’s at the base of my neck. Watching the cold and quiet Kade, unmasked and unfiltered, makes my toes curl. My chest heaves because he’s taking every single breath away. He stops, pulling the top of my dress down until my nipples are exposed. They’re hard and pointed. Then, his hand dips down and pulls up the ends of my dress, but before he exposes me fully, he looks around. I follow his movements, my head jumping left and right, but we’re the only ones on the beach tonight.
He lifts the dress to reveal that I’m soaked and aching. My clit throbs and begs for his attention, unashamed.
“It drives me fucking crazy knowing anyone could have seen your pretty pink pussy.” He hastily slips his fingers through my slit, coating his fingers with my arousal.
