Page 140 of Family Affair
Chapter 32
The antique brass clock, the most recent of Lucy’s garage sale finds, tick-tocked on the dresser, and the bedside lamp bathed them in a pool of soft yellow light. They lay entwined on Coco’s bed, snuggled under the covers. Cade was sleeping on his side, his heavy arm thrown across Coco’s middle and his leg anchoring both of hers down at the knee. Sharing her pillow with large daisies printed all over it, he snored softly in her ear.
This circle of light was their secret dream world.
Coco hated the other world, the dark one that surrounded their pool of light. The murdered Williamson, the reality of her and Cade being investigated by the police, the suspicious and distrustful detectives – laying here in his arms it was so easy to pretend they didn’t exist. Easy and seductive.
In this magical world, Cade was hers.
“Have you heard from Ross any more?”
Coco turned to face him. “I thought you were sleeping.” His eyes were still closed.
“I was.” He yawned and arched his back, stretching and popping his spine. “What time is it?”
Coco wasn’t ready to get up and face theotherworld. “Too early. Or too late, depending on how you look at it.” She tugged at the covers, exposing his lean and very naked lower body. His penis rested on his belly, full but soft from his nap.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He wiggled a finger at her in warning and tugged the covers back up. But he didn’t tug them all that hard. “What are you looking at?”
She smiled and kept looking. He was so spectacularly built.
“Coco,” he said accusingly and raked his hand through his hair, visibly chasing away the last vestiges of sleep and sensual haze. He was resolved to get up and go, and drag her out of this bed after him.
She surged up and straddled his thighs, letting her loose hair land in waves across her breasts, trailing over his lovely dick. And weren’t men the most predictable creatures on earth? It hardened.
“You aren’t playing fair,” he said softly and sneaked one hand to knead her butt, running it and teasing the top of her crack with his fingers.
Pressure began building in her belly.
A glance at his face revealed that he was well aware of her helpless response. A small evil smile played around his mouth.
“Hmm, didn’t we already do that? Or am I missing something?”
“No, you’re absolutely correct. We did dothat.” Coco laughed breathlessly – she literally had no breath left.
She spread her fingers and raked them across the hair on his chest, unable to resist touching him.
It was his turn to sigh. “So what else can I do for you?” Suddenly, he touched her between her open thighs where she was still damp from their previous coupling. She closed her eyes, as he stroked her, back and forth, slowly, his fingers sliding easily between her wet folds in a simple, straightforward caress.
Through her slitted lids she saw him harden, his cock straining up and away from his belly. The sight brought a gush of wetness raining down on his fingers. She froze over him, battling the need to rub herself on his hand.
He stopped stroking and cupped her crotch. She looked at him in silent supplication.
His eyes were molten. “Relax, love,” he said roughly. “You win. One more fuck.”
He sat up cross-legged, gripped her hips and pulled her toward him, all in one smooth move. A nudge of his hips, and she was fully impaled.
She felt so complete. Throwing her head back, Coco rode him, the onslaught of need and relief and love threatening to sweep her away. She gripped his hair to anchor herself, overwhelmed and not a little scared by the emotions burning within.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered to his face.
He made a funny sound, a half-groan, half-laugh. “Do I need to explain?”
She gripped his hair tighter. She was already so close. “Why do I want you so much? Whyyou?” She moaned when he gave another strong upward nudge.
“Shhh, just enjoy the ride.” His true Southern accent broke through in moments like this, andridebecameraahduttered in his gravelly low drawl, fanning the burn of her need hotter, higher, unbearable in its intensity.
She stopped moving. “Look at me. And tell me, why do you have so much power over me?”
