Page 67 of Entangled
I took in every single thing he said, tossing it around in my mind. Would I be willing to take the leap for him? Could I trust what he was saying? He’d had his moments before, but this time felt different. He’d literally chased me down courtesy of his sister-in-law just to tell me how much he cared for me, not even knowing if I’d give him another chance. Sitting here, pondering his words, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
I practically hopped up from my chair to throw myself into his lap, straddling him and wrapping myself around him. Hisarms felt like home, and his scent filled me with utter ecstasy, feeling like things had finally fallen into place.
“I love you, Kade,” I breathed, sitting up and meeting his eyes once more.
“I love you, princess,” he smiled, hitting me with a sucker punch of happiness. “I’ll never let you go again.”
He gently held my face, and the amount of admiration in his eyes was enough to make me melt.
He brought his face close, and his soft lips met mine, and all felt right with the world.
I pulled away from him, a devious idea already infiltrating my gutter of a mind. Especially feeling his chiseled muscles under my fingertips, and remembering the last time he had made me fall apart beneath him.
“Kade?” I asked breathlessly, glancing towards my bungalow on the beach, and hoping he got the hint.
“Yes, princess?” he asked with a smirk, and if the lust in his eyes and his erection growing beneath me were any indication, his mind was just as dirty, and his body was just as wanting as mine.
It’s what makes us so perfect for each other, right?
I said nothing as I peeled myself away from him, already missing the feeling of his skin underneath mine, I grabbed his hand and led him towards the beach house. I had never been so happy to splurge a little extra for privacy. However, I didn’t necessarily plan on having to worry about anyone hearing me screaming Kade’s name when I first booked it.
Liquid pooled in my belly just thinking of what was to come, and as soon as I walked through the doorway, Kade turned and shut the door, slamming me against it and crashing his lips to mine in complete and utterneed.
His signature taste of bourbon filled my mouth, and I drank him in, never wanting to forget it. He took both of my hands andlifted them above my head, pinning them with one of his hands. He was holding nothing back in this moment, and I relished in it, not wanting him to slow down or go easy on me. If Kade had taught me anything about myself, it was that I didn’t have to worry about asking for what I wanted when it came to sex, and I liked it rough.
His free hand trailed down my body, skimming over my bikini top and already causing my nipples to pebble, before tortuously taking his time to my bottoms, and skimming the band of it with his finger.
As his hand moved back up, I heard his intake of breath as his fingers passed over my scar, and saw his eyes begin to sadden and the guilt begin to seep in.
That just won’t do.
“Stop blaming yourself, Kade. Enjoy this with me,” I said gently, and I could tell my plea didn’t entirely work, as his lips met mine again at a gentler pace.
A thought crossed my mind, one to distract him from his darkening thoughts, and I broke away from him, kneeling before him.
“Soren,” he groaned, already reading the intentions all over my face.
“Please, let me do this for you. Let me finally return the favor,” I replied, pulling his swim trunks down and allowing his erection to spring free.
I gasped slightly, my mouth already watering, almost forgetting how big this man was, and questioning how I’d ever taken him before.
“See something you like?” he teased, and I already knew my plan to keep him here with me and out of his mind was working.
“Always,” I smiled, before taking his length in my mouth slowly, savoring the taste of him and the way his cock felt against my tongue.
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d enjoy giving a man head, but watching Kade’s reaction alone to my mouth on him made me never want to stop.
“Undo your bikini bottom strings,” he rasped. “I want to watch you play with that pussy of mine.”
I moaned around him, the pleasure already too much from his demands. I kept working him over as I undid my strings with one hand, leaving me bare before him. I began circling my clit with my fingers, building up the pace.
“Fuck,Soren,” he growled, before gripping my hair and fucking my mouth, letting my other hand free. “Play with those perfect tits.”
I could have exploded with just his words alone, palming my breast and taking my nipple between my fingers. With his noises of approval and the stimulation I was giving to myself, I could already feel an orgasm cresting, and I began to cry out around Kade’s dick.
“Come for me, Soren,” he demanded, and it was enough to send me over, my fingers working quickly and sloppily over myself to work through my orgasm.
Kade took himself out of my mouth, his cock leaving with a wet pop, and practically dragged me over to the four-poster bed. He laid down flat on his back, ushering me on top of him so my legs were straddling him.
