INDY
Now
The next afternoon, when I finished work, Cade was waiting for me.
“Where are we going?” I asked, taking the helmet from him and climbing onto the back of his bike.
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“I know,” he said with a grin.
With a flick of his wrist, we roared off into the late afternoon light and I relaxed behind him, enjoying the warmth of his big body in my arms and the hot summer breeze whipping at my skin. Ten minutes later we pulled up outside of a two-story, brick home and Cade killed the engine.
“Where are we?” I asked, undoing my helmet and placing it on the bike.
Cade winked and grabbed my hand, leading me along the little pathway to the front porch. Three steps and we were at the big oak front door with huge silver handles. He dug into his cut pocket for the key, and opened the door.
Still wondering what we were doing here, I followed him inside and looked around me. Inside, the house was stunning. Polished timber floors. Pale yellow walls with bright white trim. Plush carpet on a sweeping staircase leading up to the second landing.
“What is this?” I asked, trying to take it all in. The tall, arched windows. The French doors leading out to a patio.
“Our new home,” he said. “If you want to live here.”
I raised an eyebrow. “This is ours?”
“I bought it a couple of years ago and have been leasing it ever since. Up until last week, a British couple rented it but they had to return to England, so now it’s vacant. I considered selling it. But it’s only ten minutes to the hospital and it’s close to everything.”
I had another look around me.
“What do you think?” he asked.
My gaze came back to him, a rising excitement curling its way through me. “I think it’s our new home.”
He grinned, his dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You want to live here?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course, I do!” I twirled around and started to laugh. “Cade, it’s perfect.”
I walked through the beautiful home. Through the large lounge room and into the formal dining room where a massive mahogany table gleamed in golden light. Through the bathrooms with the Italian tile and gleaming marble vanities, and into the guest bedrooms where my feet sank into the plushest carpet I’d ever felt.
When I walked into the kitchen, I stopped. It was incredible. Breathtaking, almost. All glossy and white with stainless steel appliances. I ran my hand along the smooth, marble countertops. “It’s so beautiful.”
Cade came up behind me and put his arms around my waist.
“Welcome home, baby,” he murmured against my throat.
I twisted around in his arms and he kissed me. His mouth moved erotically over mine, his lips taking command, his tongue filling my mouth and tangling in a sensual dance with my tongue. It was a passionate kiss. Luscious. Delicious. Addictive. And I curled my fist into the front of his shirt to hold him close to me as I drank him in.
Home. We were finally home.
Cade groaned hungrily, cupping my face in his strong hands.
Breathless, I pulled back and laughed. “Here?”
“As good a place as any,” he said, kissing me again. He scooped me up into his big arms and carried me through the kitchen and up the stairs to our new bedroom. He laid me down on the freshly made bed. “Just so you know, no one has slept on this bed,” he said as he crawled over me. “I brought it to help the place sell if you didn’t want to live here.”
“Then best we christen it,” I said with a seductive raise of an eyebrow.
He kissed me slowly, and then pulled away to slide down the length of me, removing my clothes as he went, and I was grateful for the shower I’d taken before leaving work because I’d been projectile vomited on by a nine-year-old.
When I was in nothing but my panties, he buried his face against the satin and my body ignited. Slowly, he slid them down my legs and buried his face between my thighs.
I pushed my head back into the pillow while he pushed his tongue in deeper. If it was one thing Cade Calley had mastered, it was his tongue and what he could do with it. I moaned and tangled my fingers through his hair as my orgasm began to swell. Holy hell. Less than a minute down there, and he already had me ready to come. My toes curled into the mattress.
“Cade . . .” I breathed.
One more flick of his tongue and I came undone. I grabbed the bed sheets and cried out as my clit throbbed against his mouth, and raw pleasure streamed through me. I unleashed a cry, my mind utterly unraveled with ecstasy. With a growl, he pulled away and rose to his feet, his face dark with an urgent need he could no longer contain. His cock was in his hand and he stroked it, his eyes full of heat as he looked down on me sprawled on the bed.