Always Room for Cupcakes (Cupcakes 1)

“Yeah, that’s my mom, pop, and younger sister, Alani.”

“Is this Hawaii?”

Cade nodded, then pushed off the counter and moved toward me.

“That’s where I’m from. My family is still there.”

“What made you leave?” I asked, my chin lifting to hold his eyes as he came up next to me.

“I came to the mainland to go to school. Play ball. But things didn’t work out with football, and I quickly realized without it, I didn’t want to be in college. So, I got a job rebuilding motorcycles … That’s how I met some of my brothers. I joined the club, and the rest is history.”

“Why didn’t you go home, when you left school?”

“I felt like a failure. An embarrassment to my father. I wanted to make something of myself on my own, not run back and ask for their help.”

“Do you go back to visit?”

“At least once a year,” he replied, then, obviously done talking about his family, he asked, “Are you hungry? I can start dinner.”

“Can I see the rest of your house first?”

I honestly asked because I was really curious to see the upstairs, but thought maybe Cade thought I wanted to go upstairs for something else, because his eyes darkened and his lips curled up seductively.

Yikes! I don’t know if I’m ready, I thought as I followed after him on shaky legs.

The upstairs was also one big room, like a loft, with the biggest bed I’d ever seen on one side, and the coolest shower ever built on the other. It was glass with large pieces of wood on the outside, and beautiful blocks of stone acting as the floor. There was a door off to the side, leading, I assumed to the rest of the bathroom, and large woven rugs spread throughout the space.

“That shower is amazing,” I said as I walked closer to get a better look. He had benches lining the wall next to the shower, and hooks hanging for towels and clothes.

“We

can test it out later, if you’d like,” he murmured from next to me, causing me to flinch. I hadn’t heard him come up that close. His nearness, paired with the meaning behind his words, had my body going up in flames.

I laughed nervously, choosing not to answer, then looked back at the beautiful bed. I glanced from the bed to the shower, becoming even more flustered when I realized that if I was laying in that bed, I could watch Cade take a shower … My own private show.

The very thought caused my nipples to harden, and I knew if I didn’t get back downstairs and out of this loft, I was going to do something drastic.

“Um … dinner?” I stuttered lamely, then nearly fainted when Cade said, “Later, there’s something else I need to taste first.”

Oh. My. God! Did he just say that?

Cade’s hands gently grazed my skin as they moved up my bare arms to the straps of my tank top, causing my brain to pop, then shut off as my senses began to take over. Cade eased the straps down my arms and I felt his lips touch my shoulder ever so softly as the silky material slid down my torso, leaving my pretty purple bra exposed.

I couldn’t deny that this was where I was hoping tonight would lead, so I’d been sure to put on my sexy underwear, and shave every possible surface of my body.

Cade turned me to face him as he lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue along the soft swell of my breasts. I murmured my approval as I freed my hands from the shirt at my waist and brought them eagerly to his biceps.

Greedy to touch him, my hands roamed over his arms, shoulders, and neck, before reaching back to pull the rubber band out of his hair, and finally doing what I’d wanted to since I’d met him.

I sunk my fingers into his dark, curly waves, loving the soft, lush feel of his hair.

His tongue dipped beneath the lace of my bra, wetting the already hard nipple, causing my head to fall slightly back and my hands to fist in his hair.

His groan mingled with my own and I moved my hands out of his hair and down to grasp the hem of his shirt in my hand, lifting it in an effort to get it off. Cade pulled it quickly over his head, and I barely had time to glimpse the glorious expanse of his heavily muscled chest before he yanked the cups of my bra down and suckled my nipple into his mouth.

“You’re good with that thing,” I muttered, not really sure what I was saying, just that I wanted his tongue, lips, and teeth to continue doing what they were doing to my happily swollen breasts.

I reached around to undo the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the floor, then touched my palms to his hot skin and tried to read his abs like braille. The next thing I knew, his forearm was behind my ass, lifting me up, his lips moving up my neck and sucking as he maneuvered us back toward the bed.