Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes 2)

“I know, and I’m so fucking sorry. But, darlin’, I swear, that shit won’t happen again.”

His arm darted out and pulled me in so I was flush against him, and I tilted my head back so I could meet his gaze.

“Promise me that you won’t keep shit like that from me again,” Cade demanded. “I know you’ve got your job, and your girls, and I know you do some crazy shit. You know I like it … But I also need to know that you’ll let me know when something like that goes down. Something dangerous. I want to have your back, and I need you to have mine.”

I nodded, my eyes stuck on the full swell of his lips as he spoke.

“I promise,” I assured him, then brought my hand to his chest and revealed, “I love you too, Cade.”

His lips crashed down on mine and he showed me how much he’d missed me.

It felt amazing, and just as I was about to crawl in his lap, the puppy let out two sharp yaps and started trying to climb up the steps.

“C’mon, you little cockblocker,” Cade said as he reached down to pick her up, and I laughed, feeling lighter and happier than I had in weeks.

We’d barely made it in the door before I scooped the puppy out of Cade’s hands, deposited her on the floor, and backed him up against the door.

Before Cade knew what hit him, I was wrapped around him like a boa constrictor.

Lips, hands, legs … Whatever I could touch him with, feel him with, I was. He smelled amazing, like wind, freedom, and sex. I wanted to dive down inside of him and discover every hidden treasure.

His hands came to my ass, kneading as he lifted, and I wrapped my legs around him. Cade sat me on the kitchen counter, then whipped my shirt over my head, his face delving into my cleavage as he found my ready nipples with his mouth. He teased me through the lace, which triggered a thought in my brain.

“Wait,” I said softly, then louder, “Wait.”

“What is it?” Cade asked, pulling back to search my face. And that look, that look right there, all soft, half-lidded, and sexy as fuck, almost had me saying forget it, and pulling him back to my tits.

“I’ve gotta get something real quick.”

I pushed him lightly, urging him to move back, then jumped off the counter and made a mad dash for my front door. I ran out, leaving the door wide open, then opened the back of my van and fumbled around until I found the bag I was looking for.

I ran back into the house and slammed the door, then darted passed Cade, who was standing in the hallway watching me with an amused grin. I took out the scrap of lace and tossed the bag at him, then rushed into my bedroom.

Once I’d peeled off my clothes and put on the black lace lingerie, I bent over to fluff out my hair, then tossed it back.

“Whoa,” I uttered, when the effect looked more wild banshee, than seductive siren.

I used my hands to smooth my hair down a bit, then pinched my cheeks and bit my lips to make them red and a little swollen.

I faltered for one second, when I realized just how exposed I would be to Cade. This thing was lace and crotchless. All the lights were on, and I hadn’t had anything to drink since our celebratory glass of wine. Luckily, I had enough pent-up lust running through me that I only had that one second of uncertainty before I assured myself Cade was going to love the way I looked, and hurried back out to him.

I slowed down before reaching the end of the hall, then rounded the corner and did my best to look seductive. I’m sure the heaving of my breasts from the rushing around didn’t hurt my attempt.

I placed a hand on the wall and leaned slightly, the other on my hip as I crossed my legs at the ankle and waited for Cade to look up from his perusal of the bag I’d thrown at him.

/> His gaze started at my crossed ankles, then moved slowly up, the movement so precise and hot, that I swore I could feel his hands trailing up my skin. Cade’s eyes darkened as he took in the lace, and yes, he paused at my breasts for a good minute, before they landed on my face.

In one swift movement he had the clit sensitizer in his hand, the bag was on the ground, and he was upon me.

“Jesus Christ,” Cade murmured when he reached to cup me and found no barrier between his fingers and my pussy. I felt him fumbling for a moment, then his wet hand hit my clit and began rubbing. I started moaning and thrusting uncontrollably as my clit almost instantly began to heat, turning my already raging libido into an inferno.

“Cade,” I groaned as his fingers filled me, and he bit my nipple through the lace.

I was writhing and whimpering as I tried to find the release that was screaming within me, all the while trying to get his pants off.

I needed him inside me so badly that I felt like a feral animal. Clutching and scratching as I tried to get him where I wanted him.

“Easy,” Cade murmured in my ear, then he ran his tongue along my neck and plunged inside.