Page 10 of The C Agreement

“Embarrassingly so,” I admitted.

I couldn’t believe I’d just thrown that out there. It was like I couldn’tnotanswer him.

The hand around my neck trailed down my chest and over my beaded nipple. Cade pinched it before moving to the other side, where he flicked it with a finger. The almost roughness of his actions made me flinch, but only in surprise and not in a bad way. No, the fact that they made my core clench said it was very good.

His hand continued south until his fingertips slipped underneath my pajama bottoms and then my underwear.

He paused for a moment, maybe to see if I would stop him, but when I didn’t, his whole hand disappeared into the cotton, and a finger brushed my cleft.

“Open.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice, and as soon as I widened my legs, he circled my clit and pushed two long digits inside me.

“Fuck me,” he groaned. “You are soaked.”

I was about to tell him I had warned him, but he curled his fingers and rubbed that sweet spot inside of me that I only seemed to be able to find half the time with my various sex toys. And yet he had found it right away.

I knew he would be an excellent teacher in the bedroom.

Soon, I was rotating my hips as he worked his hand between my legs.

His mouth was near my ear again. “There’s another reason I said no earlier tonight, Rayne.”

“What’s that?” I managed to say between my deep breaths. Trying to pay attention to what he was saying and my impending orgasm was torture.

“I like to be in control. No, Ineedto be in control. Not always, but most of the time. And if you were going to be the only woman I fucked, I didn’t want to put that on you for an entire month. I know how strong you are. How hardheaded you are sometimes.”

With every sentence, he continued to stroke me.

“But seeing you tonight, here against your door, letting me wrap my hand around your beautiful neck, listening to my commands”—he chuckled—“in the end anyway—and letting me put my hand between your sweet thighs, I think you might be able to handle me.”

My fingers were already buried in his tank. I twisted the material in my hands at his words.

“Do you think you can handle me, Rayne?” He licked my neck and sucked on my overheated skin.

I nodded.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

What does that mean?

Cade swept his thumb over my clit and pushed down.

“Come for me, Rayne. Right the fuck now.”

He bit down on my neck, and lightning exploded in my body, starting from my center and spreading to every single cell. I had to seize his shoulders so that I didn’t melt into a puddle on the floor.

When I finally blinked my eyes open, Cade was staring at me, and his hand was still buried between my legs.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from my body, and I instantly missed his touch.

My entryway light was on from when I’d answered the door, and he held his hand up in the light.

His fingers were glossy and shiny from my desire.

Cade shoved his middle finger in his mouth as he closed his eyes and dragged it out as his cheeks hollowed. His lids flipped open, and his blue eyes met my gaze. “Open. I want you to see how good you taste.”

Without even a second thought, I let my lower jaw drop, and Cade smiled as he pushed his ring finger inside.

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