“You look nervous,” Cade admitted. “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have brought you here.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. I’m just…this place has a lot of memories.”
Cade smirked. “I remember what most of those memories entailed.”
I laughed, feeling my body heat up thinking of those memories. “I know.”
But that wasn’t what I’d meant—I’d meant that we’d been in love, or at least I had been—but now Cade was looking at me like he wanted to devour me, and I didn’t want to stop him from doing that. This was like sticking my hand into a flame and expecting not to get burnt, but I couldn’t take my hand out of the fire either.
“I’m still wearing your jacket,” I whispered, not even knowing why I was keeping my voice so quiet when we were the only ones in the house. “Here.”
I started to step back to take it off, but Cade stopped me, his hands squeezing my shoulders. “No, let me.”
He walked around to stand behind me and gently pulled the jacket off of my shoulders, guiding it down my arms, his fingertips brushing my skin. I shivered as he toff it off completely, then hung it up on the coat rack in the doorway.
“You shivered,” he noted, walking back over to me. His knuckles trailed up my arm and I felt my breath catch. “Should I have kept it on?”
“No,” I replied. My voice was hoarse. “I—I wasn’t shivering because I was cold.”
Cade looked at me for a long moment, then drew his fingertips up my arms, to my shoulders, to my neck, where he cupped my jaw in his hands and tilted my face up to look at him.
My heart was racing again. I felt like I was tingling all over, anticipation and his touch making me melt, the wetness starting to trickle between my legs. It was his gentle, deliberate nature that got me more than anything else. I’d expected him to be on me the moment we’d stepped inside. But to see him be so slow in savoring this moment made me believe that he really wanted this us to be in a relationship.
Cade leaned in close to me until his lips were almost touching mine, and then he whispered, “Come upstairs with me.”
We could have sex just about anywhere in this house—as we’d proven all those years ago—so it wasn’t like going upstairs with him sealed the deal as opposed to, say, doing it right here in the foyer. And yet…there was something so intimate about him asking me to come upstairs with him, to his room. Asking me to join him, making this real.
I nodded, unable to form any words, and I let him lead me upstairs.
When we got to his room, the memories hit me like a wave. Our first times together, also our last, were in this room.
Cade pulled me toward him, and I couldn’t resist the emotions that swept over me. I kissed him passionately, wrapping my arms around him. He made a noise of surprise—perhaps he’d thought that it would take more work to convince me that this was right. But I was swept up in the tide of memory, and I was tired of resisting how I felt about him.
We kissed frantically, like we’d done ten years ago, although I hadn’t known back then that it would have been the last time. I kissed him over and over, unashamed in my want, and gasped when Cade picked me up, turned, and tossed me playfully on to the bed.
God, that was so hot!
Cade stripped off his clothes and I followed suit, not wanting to waste any time until I could have his hands on me and get my hands on him. Every inch of his firm body had my mouth watering. He was so sexy, part of me could still hardly believe that he wanted me, of all the women he could possibly have chosen.
“Look at you,” Cade murmured. It was as if he’d heard my thoughts and wanted to reassure me of just how sexy he found me to be. His gaze traveled up and down my body like he was feasting on me with his eyes. “Beautiful.”
Cade was the only man that I had ever truly wanted or loved. I only wished to know if it was the same for him too.
But I shoved such thoughts aside. Better to enjoy the moment instead of hoping for too much.
Cade crawled up the bed towards me. “I’m going to make you scream for me,” he promised, and then he set his mouth on my thighs.
I gasped, my head falling back as Cade slowly, deliberately kissed me, from my legs to my aching cunt, to where I was already, hopelessly, wet for him. He licked me like I was an ice cream cone, like I was the last bit of melted chocolate on the plate, and I whimpered.
Cade’s smile on my skin had me shivering, and then he curled his tongue on my clit and I began to fall apart. Part of me wanted to keep the noises I was making to be quieter, to make him work to elicit my screams, but I couldn’t help it. Whimpers and moans began to escape from me almost at once.
It had been years, and I wondered how he could still know the things that I liked being done to me! The idea that all this time, he’d been thinking about our lovemaking, remembered vividly how I liked to be touched…it made me go blind with pleasure.
Cade stroked his tongue on my clit, my pussy, gently, like he wanted nothing more than to take his time with me even if that meant going on for hours. His fingers pressed firmly into my thighs, keeping my legs pinned down, so that I couldn’t move. All I could do was lie
