If Cade thinks I’m stepping back and standing down, he really doesn’t know me at all.
“Darlin’.”
I shifted, still mostly asleep.
The hard wall of Cade’s chest impeded my ability to turn fully toward him, so I halted my attempt, snuggling back toward him instead.
His arm came around me and I sighed, happily enveloped in his heat and scent.
As I started coming more fully awake, I realized a few things. One, his cock was rock hard and pressing into my ass. Two, his large hand was currently under my tank top, caressing my bare breast. And, third, I was turned on to the point of spontaneous combustion.
My dreams had been full of Cade, anticipation, and sex, so I’d probably already been primed. Add real-live Cade, hard and rearing to go in bed with me, and you had the makings of fantastic wake-up sex.
Arching my back, I rubbed the swell of my ass against his cock, moaning softly when he pinched my tender nipple between his thumb and finger. Reaching back, my hand hit his naked, heated skin, and I moved it lower until I could wrap it around his dick.
The position made my grip a little awkward, but I held on as best as I could when Cade began thrusting his hips.
His hand left my breast and began to move up, while his other hand slid up my shorts and between my legs from behind.
“So fuckin’ wet for me,” Cade growled in my ear, causing me to get wetter.
And when his hand stopped on my throat, claiming me as he held me in place, I began rocking back against him fast, eager to have him inside of me. I didn’t care what came first, his fingers or his cock, but I needed to be filled.
“Cade,” I whimpered, squeezing his dick in my hand as delirium hit.
“Right here, baby,” he replied gruffly, then pushed my shorts and underwear to the side and slowly began to ease himself inside of me.
“Yes,” I moaned, and when his hand around my throat tightened a fraction, I bucked back again in response.
“You like that,” Cade stated, flexing his fingers against my neck again, groaning when my body responded.
I braced my hand against the bed to try and keep still, but it was hard to keep steady, and the next thing I knew I was on my stomach, hips pulled up in the air, and Cade was thrusting into me from behind.
“Hand,” I urged. Understanding what I wanted, Cade put one hand to my hip, and the other back around my throat.
I reared back into his thrusts, reveling in the sound of skin slapping against skin. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of him inside of me, the pressure of his hand on my neck, and the smell of our sex in the air.
It was a heady combination, all of my senses were engaged, and within moments, I was coming harder than I’d ever come before.
“Lila,” I heard Cade say with a moan as my body convulsed around him. “Fuck, yeah.”
He bent forward and came with his lips on my shoulder, moving inside of me until he had nothing left.
Spent, we both fell to the bed. As we were lying there, chests heaving and breaths coming in pants, I remembered two things. First, I’d put a ban on having sex in his parents’ house, and we’d just had sex in his parents’ house. And second, I was still pissed at him for telling me to stand down in the bar the night before.
My euphoric sex haze fled way too soon, and I turned and narrowed my eyes at Cade.
He was looking at me, a sexy, sated smile on his face, and I realized if I wanted to hold on to my anger, I needed to look away, because damn … he looked fine.
I swung my head back and looked up at the ceiling, then scowled when Cade started chuckling next to me.
“Darlin’,” he prodded. Then, when I ignored him he tried, “Lila.”
I flattened my lips and said nothing.
“Delila, my love.”
My breath caught and I turned my head toward him. I liked the way that sounded on his lips too much to ignore him.