“Come here.” His voice was a low command that sent blood humming through my body. The moonlight through the window illuminated his face. He sat on the edge of the bed—his softly spoken command combined with the raw craving for me in his blue eyes, compelled me to move the few steps until I stood between his wide-spread legs. His hands gripped my hips, anchoring me.
“Who are you, Cade Morrison, and what are you doing to me?”
Emotion swirled in his eyes. “I’m a widower—so I know what love is when I see it.”
I shifted closer, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. The muscles tensed beneath my fingertips. Was he saying that what we had could be love?
“I’m a contractor.” He raised his brow, gripping me tighter. “So, I’m good with my hands.”
My core heated. I caressed the hair at the base of his scalp.
“I’m a karate instructor.” His voice lowered, his breath heating my skin and igniting me. “So, I’m a good teacher.”
He leaned forward, the whisper of his breath tickling the bare skin—sending shivers of desire curling through me. “But right now, I’m just a man—a man who wants you.”
“Yes.” Yes, I want you, and yes, you’re enough.
I smoothed a lock of his hair away from his eyes. It was like everything in the room came to a stop—I held my breath as I looked down into his eyes—seeing the depth of this man’s soul. The pain, the yearning for more, and the desire for me. His lips parted as I lowered my head, my lips hovering over his. The anticipation. The want. The need.
When our lips touched—something unleashed inside of him. It was as if he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He groaned a deep guttural sound, that had me panting. Satisfaction flowed through me that he wanted me. He lifted me to straddle his erection. I tilted my head to the side as he placed open-mouthed kisses on my neck. I was desperate for more—nothing between us—and I wanted him inside me.
He slowly gently lowered me to the bed and cupped a breast in each hand through my shirt. He pulled back to look at me. I bit my lip as the warmth of his touch and heat of his eyes seared me through my clothes and heated every nerve in my body.
“More, Cade. I need more.” I frantically pulled on the edge of his shirt until he sat back on his heels and ripped it roughly over his head.
I removed my shirt before he reached around to unsnap the clasp of my bra—his hot breath on my neck. My breath hitched as the bra slipped down my arms and I flung it to the side.
“So, beautiful,” he rumbled as he admired my breasts—with his eyes, then his hands—calloused and rough over my skin. A startling contrast to his warm wet mouth on my nipple, the scrape of his teeth.
My fingers traced the planes of his chest, the smooth ridges of his stomach. My head chanted—more, more. Now. Not enough. Never enough. My breath was sharp and ragged. My core burned for him. I unbuckled and unzipped my jeans—as I tried to shimmy them down with his lips still locked around my nipple. He groaned as the motion pushed me deeper into his mouth. The sound was reverberating down my body to my pussy. When I couldn’t move to get them off, he pulled his mouth off my nipple, the air cold on my wet skin. I lifted my hips as he shifted down my body, pulling my jeans and panties off.
His shoulders pushed my legs farther apart. His hot breath teased the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and my muscles quivered. He placed a kiss on each one, teasing me, as I shifted closer to his mouth before his lips circled my clit and he sucked hard. I closed my eyes, losing myself to the feel of his lips on my clit and his finger entering my pussy.
“Oh, God.”
“It’s Cade, baby.”
“Cade.” I couldn’t form a coherent thought—his skin was hot under my touch, his muscles flexed, and his hair soft as I tangled my fingers in his. I was naked in his bed—bared to him. My body was on fire—hotter than I’d ever been for anyone. “Please, Cade.”
I didn’t know what I wanted, but when his second finger entered my pussy, he curled it just right. I arched into him, crying out. The climax slammed into me as my pussy clamped around his fingers as he continued to lick and suck. When I recovered, I sank into the bed sated yet still needing more. He moved up my body, placing soft kisses on my hips, my belly, my breast, and on the skin behind my ear.
“Cade, I—” I love you. I’d never felt a more intense emotion than at this moment. His body tensed above mine—his eyes intent on me. Wasn’t it too soon?
“I know, baby. Me too.” His lips found mine. I wanted to ask what he knew. Did he know the depths of my feelings for him? There was no way he could possibly feel the same way I did. Not when he’d loved and lost.
He braced himself on one hand as he continued to kiss me, but my mind was hyper-focused on his large hand cupping my head, before drifting down my neck, my shoulder, my side, and digging into my hips, his cock nudging my entrance—my body quivered under his touch until I was shaking with need for him all over again.
“You feel so much, don’t you?” He watched me carefully, taking in and making me aware of my uneven breathing and the tremors in my legs.
I reached out to cup his cheek. “Only with you.”
Cade
Her words repeated in my head, only with you. A
