Always Room for Cupcakes (Cupcakes 1)

Cade nodded, and I realized the look on his face was sparking something other than anger within me.

“Yeah,” he said gruffly, lowering his head inch by inch. “This look, paired with you bitchin’ at me … it works for me.”

Before I could reply, or protest, his lips were on mine and it was on like Donkey Kong.

Suddenly his lips and hands were everywhere, and the adrenaline that had been pumping within me since I’d seen him earlier made every touch feel magnified. I was burning from within, and was doing my best to set him ablaze as well.

My robe was gone, a pool at my feet, leaving me naked in my kitchen as Cade’s adept fingers explored every inch of me. I was panting unabashedly as I tried to give as good as I was getting, running my hands along the length of his hard cock beneath his jeans.

“You want that?” Cade asked roughly in my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe lightly.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I want it.”

“Tell me…”

“I want your cock inside me,” I begged, my brain turning to mush as his fingers found me.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his words only getting me hotter. “How do you want my cock?”

“Hard … Fast…”

The next thing I knew, I was bent at the waist, the hard wood of my dining room table cool beneat

h my breasts and stomach. I heard Cade unzip his fly, his hands continuing to work me over.

I groaned loudly as his fingers fucked me, but it wasn’t enough.

“Hurry,” I urged, and when I felt him rub the head of his cock along my wetness, I pushed my hips back eagerly.

Cade put one hand on my hip, and the other ran up the length of my spine, then loosened my hair from its bun and tangled in it.

“Pull it,” I demanded, wanting everything Cade could give me. Things I’d been afraid to ask for before, but had always fantasized about.

Cade tugged my hair, pulling me up so I had to brace my hands on the table, then slid slowly inside of me.

“Like that?”

“Harder.”

Cade pulled harder, then leaned forward and bit my shoulder before pulling out and pounding back into me.

“Yes…”

I braced as Cade pounded, pushing my hips back to meet his every thrust, the feel of him moving inside me, along with the sweet pain of him pulling my hair, causing my breath to come out in gasps as I reached for my release.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, grunting as he moved even faster.

I caressed my breast, feeling the fullness in my palm before pinching my nipple and tugging, then I ran my hand along my stomach, down to my clit. I knew it would take no time at all; I was totally primed and ready to come apart.

“So fucking perfect,” Cade murmured in my ear, biting me on the shoulder again, causing me to call his name as I came. He was right there with me, and a few moments later, I fell to the table, trying to catch my breath as I enjoyed the feel of the cool wood beneath me.

Meals were never going to be the same…

“Um … we just had unprotected sex … again.”

That was the first thing out of my mouth when I came out of the bathroom after washing up and putting my robe back on. I’d left my hair down, falling in big, sexy, I-just-had-great-sex waves around my shoulders.

Cade was sitting on my bed. He’d taken off his shirt and his cuffs, beanie, and bracelets were on my dresser. I thought this was strange, since he’d been fully clothed while we had sex.