Page 75 of Broken King

No teasing in his tone.

I blow out the breath I’d been holding. “You know what I mean.”

The door is kicked shut behind him, and he starts walking us backward until my knees hit the bed. Cade stares down at me. “I don’t know what you mean, Scarlet. I know what I want you to mean. I know what I hope you mean. But I have no clue what you actually mean.”

“Tell me,” I whisper tentatively. “Tell me what you want me to mean.”

Scared to voice what I want, only for the universe to smack me down for reaching too high. For wanting too much. For not being satisfied with the career of my dreams but also wanting to love and be loved.

Scared there’s no way I’m going to get to have it all. And yet, praying to a God who hasn’t heard from me since I was seventeen years old that this is my second chance at everything I’ve ever dreamed of having.

“I want you, Scarlet. I want you in my life. I want you in my house. I want you to give us a chance. And by us, I mean you and me. But I also mean you and Brynlee because we’re a package deal.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “I want the world to know you’re mine. Not because you’re the mother of my child. But because you were mine a decade ago, and I was a stupid kid who listened when you didn’t want anyone to know. I was a stupid kid who let you go, who didn’t fight hard enough, but I never got over you. If you give me the chance, I swear to God, I’ll never let go again.”

“Cade...” I purse my lips and kiss his thumb.

“You’re mine, Scarlet Kingston. You always have been. And I’ve been yours since the very first time you smiled at me.”

I can’t help but smile again as his lips gently touch mine. “I’m yours, Cade. I’ve never been anyone else’s. There’s never been another man who meant anything to me. Just you.” My hands slide up his back, gripping his shirt. “Just us.”

He presses his lips against mine, and my knees go weak. “Just this.” His strong hands skate down my sides before he fumbles with the tie on my dress.

“It’s fake, Saint. You can’t untie it.” A pout fit for a little boy, instead of the incredibly sexy, grown man standing in front of me, appears on his face, sulking.

I place one hand on his firm chest and force him to take a step back, then unzip the hidden zipper on the side of my dress and let it pool at my feet. I kick my shoes off and step back in nothing but tiny white lace panties that tie on either hip.

His pupils dilate as his hands begin to trace the curves of my body.

My hands shove under his shirt and rip it over his head.

Once the shirt hits the floor, he takes my face in his hands and kisses my lips, then my neck, leaving a hot trail as he works his way down my body until I’m aching with need. Rough fingers rub the delicate skin of my breasts as his tongue swirls around my peaked nipple, scraping it with his teeth and eliciting a hiss of pleasure and pain, mixing together.

Cade drops to his knees, kissing and dragging his lips down my stomach. Tickling my hypersensitive skin. Swirling his tongue around my belly button, then nipping at my hip bones before carefully untying my panties and stuffing them into his pocket.

“Hey.” I hold his head in my hands and force him to look up at me. “I’m not going to have any left if you keep stealing them.”

His hands grip my hips and guide me back to sit on the bed. “If you can still think, I’m doing this wrong.” Then he gently places one leg over his shoulder and sucks on the soft skin of my leg as he trails his hot tongue up to my pussy. His groan of approval vibrates through me, and my pulse beats rapidly in response.

“I’ve been dying to taste your skin all day, duchess. So much sun-kissed skin on display. Taunting me.”

I grip his hair when he leans in and slowly licks his flattened tongue up the length of my pussy, then circles my clit and sucks. “Jesus, Cade.”

Within seconds, my body is ablaze with need.

He traces the smooth, bare lips of my sex before pushing two callused fingers inside me, fucking me with his fingers and mouth. He slowly brings me to the brink of orgasm, only to back off as my walls clench around him. Prolonging my need. Delaying my orgasm. Until finally, my entire body is strung tight on the verge of snapping at any moment.

“Cade...” His eyes meet mine, saying so many things.

His mouth slides up my body. Leisurely exploring.

Demanding words wrap around my skin in a caress.

Mine.

Yours.

More.

He shucks his shorts and stands before me with his cock fisted in his hand, and I lick my lips with eager anticipation. Needy... so needy.

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