Page 56 of Piece You Saved

She blinks. “What feeling?”

Leaning close, I claim her lips again, harder than before. “You know.”

There’s a reason I spent more time drinking and fucking my way through life after Nica died, and it had nothing to do with how good it made me feel. When you’re fucking, you can’t think. You can’t focus on anything but the need for release. Saige isn’t like me in all ways, but maybe this, like our need to kill the things that hurt us, is another thing we have in common.

Saige slides her hands up my chest, loops her arms around my shoulders, and leans into me. And then she’s the one kissing me. “You’re trying to distract me.”

It’s working.

I drag my finger along the edge of her panties, the tip of my finger edging closer and closer to the heat she’s kicking off.

“Is that what I’m doing?”

I slip the edge of my finger under the band and give her pussy a glancing touch. She’s wet for me already, and itkillsme to stop with that one brief caress.

She buries her nails in my skin and releases a soft, breathy sigh. “Kade.”

Fuck. Just my name, and I know there’s no way I’m walking away from this. From her. Not after she breathed my name like that. Not with the way she’s peering into my eyes with a look that’s all but begging me to fuck her.

I attack her mouth, kissing her hard as I haul her even closer.

She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat, sweet and sexy.

Growling in response, I grip the edge of her panties and rip them right fucking off her.

She melts into me as I taste her sweetness.

I need to be inside her like I need to fucking breathe. I move her. She coils her slender arms around me, holding onto me as I rise from my chair and push the laptop aside so I can lay her on the table.

I’m reaching for the waistband of my sweatpants, but her hands beat me to it. She shoves them down and growls in frustration when she can’t get them as far as she wants to.

Smiling against her mouth, I take over, force the offending material away, curve a hand around the nape of her neck, and break the kiss to stare down at her.

Need is reflected right back at me. She wants me. I’m so fucking hard for her that this is going to be over in fucking seconds. How could it not when a woman this beautiful is staring up at me like this?

“Kade?” she whispers.

She wants me. I want her. But I stroke my hand down her body, tease her nipple through her shirt, and slide my palm under the material to explore her beautiful body some more.

She writhes like a needy cat, making sounds like purrs but not quite. I lower my head and claim her lips again in a hard kiss before I immediately break it.

“I should have called you kitten,” I groan against her lips, trying to ignore the heady scent of her arousal making my cock leak pre-cum on her inner thigh. “The way I have you purring for me.”

I stroke lower, caressing her hips, the small dip on her waist. I kiss her again because I can’t seem to fucking stop. This woman has crawled right into my soul and made a space for herself inside me.

“Mine.” I whisper the words against her lips as I brush my fingers along her pussy, delving deep into her slick folds and teasing her entrance.

She moans, widens her thighs, and arches her back. “Kade.”

I grit my teeth as my cock brushes her satiny skin, edging closer to where it wants to be. I stroke her again. “Are you ready for me, angel?” I press the tip of my index finger against her, ease in, and her slick pussy opens around me, inviting me in.

My cock twitches as if wishing it were the one pushing between her thighs.

She buries her nails in my back and gasps as I slip my finger in a little deeper. “Yes.”

Thank fuck.

Pulling my finger free from her slick heat, I grip her hips as gently as I can and breathe through the need to slam right into her to the hilt. She’s bruised. I can’t be the one to hurt her.

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