“What’s the rush? We got all night, Princess.” His voice is filled with promises of a pleasure-filled day, something my body is clearly on board with if the wetness seeping out of me is any indication.
“I don’t mind the first time being quick and dirty. We can take our time the second time around, if you manage to keep up,” I challenge, knowing he’s not one to back down.
He doesn’t respond, just looks at me with that sexy smirk. Determination enters his eyes, and I have a fleeting moment to wonder what just happened when my body is suddenly on the move. It all happens so fast I don’t have any time to protest before I’m over his shoulder, and he’s walking out of the living room.
“What the hell, Kade?” I screech after I find my voice.
I can feel his one hand sliding up my leg teasingly, and I start squirming. He’s nowhere near where I need his hand to be to relieve the building ache in my core. If you’d have asked me a day ago if I’d be attracted to caveman behavior I’d have laughed in your face and dared anyone to try this on me. Seems like Kade is the exception to the rule, since I’m more turned on than ever.
“You wanted quick and dirty, and I’m happy to oblige, but I’m not taking you for the first time on a couch in your father’s living room. I want you spread out on a bed. I need to be able to look at you.”
With me over his shoulder, he walks up the stairs and down the hallway to the room I’ve slept in since I got here. I still can’t think of it as ‘my room,’ I sometimes wonder if I ever will. I have a moment of clarity and realize even though I’ve always thought about this place as my home, it hasn’t felt like it now that I’m back. I feel like a stranger, still, in someone else’s home. I’m a guest in this house, nothing more.
Every depressing thought leaves my mind as soon as Kade crosses the threshold to the room and my back hits the bed. I bounce while I stare at him standing over me. I have an unobstructed view of all that is Kade—powerful thighs, toned chest, strong arms, and eyes that seem to ensnare me every time I look into them—making me forget everything around me.
Even though the snowstorm is raging outside and the power is still out, there is plenty of daylight to illuminate this stunning man standing in front of me.
“Take off your sweatshirt,” he commands. The look in his eyes clearly daring me not to obey.
Without a word, I sit up to take it off. I’m too turned on to be offended by the dominating behavior—quite the opposite. I’m left sitting on the bed in my bra and sweatpants.
I watch Kade stand over me, his broad chest on display. His mesmerizing gaze roaming over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He looks at me like he’s never seen anything like me before, and I like that. Even though I always hated to be reduced to my appearance by people, this doesn’t feel like that. I’m not an empty canvas to Kade, I’m so much more.
For the first time since I’ve developed boobs as a teenager, I feel like a man sees me for me, not just the exterior I’m blessed with. But my passions, my talents, hell, he even seems to enjoy my sharp tongue.
“Fuck,” he murmurs while staring at my collarbone. I realize belatedly that’s he’s staring at my scar. I know what it looks like, all angry and red, but I was assured with time it will barely be noticeable.
I avert my gaze, unsure how to take his words, when the bed dips and I feel his lips trace the skin softly. He works his way up my neck to my ear. “You’re beautiful, Princess, inside and out. A scar isn’t going to take away from that.” I shiver as his breath tickles the shell of my ear with each word he speaks.
I fall on to my back with him hovering above me. My breathing is growing erratic, my blood pounding in my veins. Every fiber of my being is burning up with the desire for him to touch me, any part of me. Instead he’s making me wait, his eyes ablaze with a raging fire I want to melt in.
“Kade… Please.”
“Yeah?” his voice dips low while he slowly lifts a hand to my bra strap and moves it down my shoulder. “What is it you want, Princess?” He tugs down my bra, exposing my nipple, before his thumb swipes across the stiff bud.
I realize what he’s doing, the bastard wants me to beg. But I don’t beg, even though I want nothing more than for him to take me.
Instead, I move my hands to the waistband of his jeans and with swift movements undo the buttons of his pants and dive my hand inside his underwear.
His eyes widen slightly when my hand wraps around his length, clearly surprised I’d take control like that. I try to pump it in the confined space, and enjoy the pleasure entering his features and the groan escaping his lips.
We stare at each other for a minute, neither one of us willing to give up control just yet. My core is slick, soaking through my panties, and desperate for release.
I press my eyes closed when he suddenly twists my nipple slightly, sending shock waves through every nerve ending.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, pushing off the bed and into his hand. At the same time, I involuntarily squeeze his dick in my hand, causing him to curse.
“Jesus, you’re stubborn.”
“So are you,” I counter, but I can’t
