“No,” she breathed, pushing my T-shirt up and yanking it off. “So. Much. Better.”
Chapter Twenty
Natalie
I was desperate for Kade. For the heat of his touch, for his eager hands, for the silk of his skin, and the hardness of his body.
He was only wearing jeans, and his torso was perfect. A work of art sculpted with ripples and carved lines in all the right places. I couldn’t get enough of it, and he let me run my hands over his skin as if he could tell how badly I needed to touch him.
His eyes were glittering and his lids were low. He’d stopped teasing me. He kissed me with an intense seriousness that sent a thrill deep into my belly.
The blankets were scrunched at my waist, and he lifted my T-shirt and bent his mouth to first one breast, then the other.
His tongue tormented me in the best way, hard and then soft. Slow circles around my nipples, then flicking across and making me gasp. I arched into him, wanting him.
I ached for him. But I was half-trapped in the most frustrating way.
“Curse these blankets,” I groaned, trying to push them down further. “Can you make them disappear?”
“Abracadabra.” He lifted his body and pushed them down further, kicking them off me. I seized the moment to pull my T-shirt off and throw it aside.
Kade’s eyes travelled hungrily down the length of my torso and bare legs. The only thing hiding me from his gaze was a pair of black cotton panties.
When he looked back up, his irises had gone as dark as I’d ever seen them. “For my next trick, I’m going to magically make your panties disappear.”
I was so wet, they could have just about floated off. But I raised my eyebrows, pretending to be astonished in the hope he’d perform the spell right freakin’ now. “How will you do that, oh Kade the Magnificent?”
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Kade kissed his way down my stomach, then paused to look up at me. “But the trick is to distract the audience at precisely the right moment.” He put his mouth over the fabric between my legs and sucked me.
I gasped as jolts of sensation travelled over my skin, and Kade pulled my panties down. “Ta-da!” He licked my quivering thighs, then his tongue found my bare flesh. “Are you ready for my next trick?” he murmured against me, his gusting breath sending shivers through me.
“Is it the amazing exploding Nat trick?” I fisted the sheets.
Instead of answering, he licked me.
I gasped as his tongue moved over me, questing and exploring before focusing on the place I needed him most. There were no more words, no more thoughts. Just exquisite sensations slowly cresting to an explosion of epic proportions.
Not so much a magic trick as the climax of World War Three. A nuclear reaction that wiped out everything and left me whimpering and shuddering as aftershocks rolled through me.
Kade kissed his way back up my quivering body, stretching out next to me on the bare sheet which was all that was left of the bedclothes.
“Oh my God,” I tried to say, but what came out was, “Og.”
I’d once seen pictures of a forest that had been totally flattened after a huge seismic event. All the trees had been lying on the ground, their roots in the air.
That was me. A flattened forest.
The aftermath of total destruction.
Incapable of coherent speech.
Only able to lie on my back with my leaves scattered and my roots trembling in the wind.
“Og?” Kade asked.
I nodded weakly. “Og.”
“Is that a good Og or a bad one?” He stroked my breast with one hand, tracing lines that sent fresh tremors into my core.
Pulling in a breath, I got my body under enough control that I could quirk my lips. “A very good Og. I hereby christen you The Great Kade-ino, winner of the magician’s award for excellence in all things Og.”
He smirked. “And the trick isn’t even finished.”
“Then why do you still have your jeans on? Your seams are straining. If you’re not careful, you might tear right though the denim.” To illustrate, I ran my hand over his bulge. I already knew he was gloriously well endowed—that fact was imprinted into my memory from when we were younger. But when he groaned and the bulge in his jeans pulsed, I felt a fresh rush of arousal.
“Let me help you with that.” I fumbled with his buttons, unleashing the beast beneath. As his length emerged, smooth and proud and jerking with eagerness, I was tempted to throw back my head and sing Hallelujah. Instead I slid down the bed to kiss him, enjoying the feel of him on my lips. Silky baby-soft skin stretched over hard, insistent muscle. I loved the way he moaned as I flicked my tongue over him, and the way his fingers tangled in my hair and then pressed into my scalp when I took his length into my mouth.
“Oh,” he groaned. Then, “Sweetheart, you’re too good at that.” When he pulled away, I protested. But he kissed me until I forgot what I’d been complaining about.
Opening his nightstand drawer, he pulled out a condom and rolled it on. Then he moved over me, his eyes dark with need. In the dim light from the lamp, his face was heart-stoppingly handsome. His TV star good looks made me question why on earth he wasn’t dating someone more in his league, but the wanting in his face was all for me.
The way he was looking at me made me simultaneously overjoyed, and also raw, like I was about to cry.
There was naked emotion in his face. A longing that made him vulnerable. I’d never seen him that way, and it was all I’d ever wanted. To look at his face and know what was in his heart. What was real.
When he looked at me like that, I could fall for
