Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes 2)

“They all want it, dyke,” he said nastily, causing me to step forward with my fists clenched tight. Amy May put her hands around my waist and pulled me back, pushing me out of the stall and across the bathroom.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Carmen said from behind us, and I knew she was trying to get Bea out.

Amy May and I waited in the hall for a few moments, then Carmen and Bea finally came out.

“I don’t feel much like dancing anymore,” Carmen said, once we were all together again.

“Yeah, we should probably call it a night,” Bea replied, her eyes darting back to the men’s room door, as if she were waiting for him to follow us out and start something again.

“Okay,” Amy May agreed. “You want to share a cab?”

“Yeah,” I replied, then placed my hand on my stomach and pleaded, “But can you give me a few minutes? I still really have to pee.”

“Hel-lo,” I called out as I tried unsuccessfully to navigate my way through my dark apartment.

“Ow!” I cried when my knee hit the corner of an end table. “Shit.”

I nearly cried out with relief when I saw the light peaking out beneath my bedroom door, like a beacon to what I’d been waiting for all night.

Swinging the door open and leaning against the doorjamb in my best sexy pose, I smiled seductively as I surveyed the room, then my smile slipped and I muttered, “Hey,” when I saw Cade sitting on my bed. He was fully clothed, back against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankles, as he watched something on the TV.

“You’re not naked,” I complained as I pushed off the door and stumbled into the room.

Cade’s dark eyes were on me, a small grin playing on his lips as he watched me.

“Why aren’t you naked?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips and giving my best stern expression. “That’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

Cade chuckled, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stood up to his full height.

“Gosh, you sure are tall … and sexy. Sexy, tall.” I didn’t really know what I was saying, nor did I care, I just wanted his clothes on the floor and my lips on his flesh.

I frowned when Cade walked passed me.

Turning as quickly as I could manage without toppling over, I spun and saw him shut the door, lock it, then lean against it.

“When you cross your arms like that, your biceps look huge,” I mused, thinking I’d like to bite him.

“Come here,” Cade replied, doing that crook of the finger thing that somehow managed to make my already turned-on body throb in anticipation.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I argued, standing my ground for some stupid reason. “Why weren’t you waiting in bed naked for me, like my fantasy said you would?”

“Lila,” Cade said patiently, causing my eyes to dart to his lips. “I was here watching your kids. Alone. No way in hell would I do that with my clothes off, even if they are asleep, which I highly doubt they are.”

“Huh,” I replied, not having thought of that at all. “Good point.”

Satisfied with his answer, but still needing to see the smooth, tan expanse of his flesh, I crossed the room to him, placed my hands on his chest, and moved them up toward the back of his neck. I may have stopped to pinch his nipples on the way up, but I’m sure he didn’t notice.

“Thanks for that,” I amended, tilting my head back to look up into his gorgeous face. “Now, I’m home, so you’re no longer alone with my kids. Strip,” I demanded.

I felt the deep rumble of his chuckle against my breasts, and I swear, just that small touch had me ting

ling from head to toe.

The tingles turned to crackles of lightning when his large hands hit my thighs and began moving up under my skirt. When his hot fingers hit the back of my panties, I fought the urge to thrust forward and hump his meaty thigh.

“I like this skirt,” Cade rumbled, his words hot against my throat as he bent his head to nuzzle me there.

“I’ve got two more,” I muttered, vowing to wear them every day as I freed his hair from its ponytail and sifted my fingers through it.