Cade
Two Weeks Later
Iwatched from the doorway as she shifted side to side, studying her reflection in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She has never truly realized how stunning she is. Her lips pursed as she applied her lipstick. She took a step back, scanned her reflection one more time, then flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.
“Hey, gorgeous.” She jumped, squealing as she spun around.
“You scared the heck out of me, Cade!”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Quit worrying, you’re perfect.”
Her smile was soft as she thanked me. “Well, you make me feel perfect. You look handsome tonight.”
“I merely state the obvious and thank you. Are you ready for this? It’s your first official Barrett Sunday dinner since we got back together.” She was beautiful in a dress the color of her eyes and high heeled shoes that made it easier for me to bend down to kiss her. So I did. With a hand at the back of her neck, I pulled her in. I would never get tired of the feel of her lips against mine.
Her twinkling eyes met mine after we stepped apart. “I’m so ready for this. I can’t wait. I can’t believe Dahlia agreed to one big party instead of throwing one for each bit of good news. This goes against all her beliefs as wife, mother, and extrovert. The real question is, are you ready?”
“Are you kidding? All my dreams have come true after all. I’m one hundred percent ready.”
Tonight wasn’t an ordinary Barrett Sunday dinner. My father had retired, and I was the new chief of the Sweetbriar Police Department. Charlotte and I were official, and tonight we would celebrate all of it over my mother’s filet of beef and truffled mashed potatoes.
“Well, we still need to get a dog. So not every dream . . .” She ran her hands up my chest then flung her arms around my neck.
“We’ll go to the shelter tomorrow.” I kissed her forehead, then her still-bandaged cheek.
“Kiss me for real again. I need more before we go.” Her mouth curved into a pouty smile.
“Could be dangerous. We have to be at my parent’s house in a half hour.”
“We have time.”
“We have all the time in the world. But you know how my mother gets when anyone is late. And you know how I get once you get me started . . .”
“Aww. Okay.” She smoothed the wrinkles she’d made on my shirt from clutching it in her fists. “You’re probably right.” Her eyes shifted up to mine through her lashes and I groaned as her hand drifted lower and her smile got bigger.
“You’re making it hard to say no, Charli. In more ways than one.” I backed her up against the wall and ground myself against her. “And for the record. I want you. Right here. Right now.”
“Who says you can’t have me?” She spun to the side and placed her hands on the dresser. “You’re the boss of you,” she said over her shoulder. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you be the boss of me for a few minutes, too.”
She was too sexy to resist. She had been insatiable ever since that day with Winthrop on the deck. Like she was using sex to escape the memories. As long as we continued to work it through with the therapist, I figured it was fine. And we had always run hot, so I wasn’t complaining.
“Lift up your dress.” My hands went to my belt to undo it. I was already painfully hard for her, a state she obviously took pride in keeping me in. And saying no when she needed me was the last thing I ever wanted to do.
“God, yes.” She pushed her panties down and did what I said.
I gripped her curvy hips and thrust into her. “Are you always gonna be ready for me like this?”
“Probably.” She panted as she widened her stance. “You drive me crazy.”
“Touch yourself.”
“Ahhh,” she moaned. I felt her fingers moving between us, stroking both me and herself as I made love to her in long slow drives into her body.
“We have to hurry, baby.” I placed my hands on the dresser on either side of her. “Take me, Charlotte. Make yourself come.”
She drove herself back on my cock and I braced myself, holding still as she tightened around me in a swirling wave. “I love you.” She moaned as one of her hands moved over mine, interlocking and holding tight while the other still circled her clit, driving herself higher until she fell over the edge with a shuddering gasp.
“Stay still for me.” I pushed her down over the dresser until her undamaged cheek touched the smooth wooden surface. Her skin was so fucking soft beneath my palms; I couldn’t get enough. Part of me was desperate to devour her while the other part wanted to drop to my knees and worship her.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and with the tip of my finger, I teased her clit as I pounded into her. “You’re gonna come again, Charlotte. Be a good girl and give it to me fast so I can let go with you,” I grunted. “Hurry.” With my other hand, I pinched her nipple through the silk of her dress and worked it with my fingers.
“God, Cade, what is happening?”
I groaned at the feel of the little squeezing pulses, the rolling sway of her hips. Her back arched for me, and her palms slapped the dresser as she cried out.
“Me and you is what’s happening. Hurry, baby.”
“Keep going,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”
I fucked her hard until we both exploded, coming together until we were both gasping for breath and spent from our orgasms.
“I love you too. More than the entire world.” I whispered into her ear as I hugged her close. “Now we need to get going.”
“I need to go clean up first—”
“Oh no you’re not.” I sucked on the nape of her neck, hard enough to leave a slight mark, and she shivered. “You’re keeping me inside until we get home, so all night long you’ll remember what I just did to you.” I slid my hand up her thigh and pushed my fingers inside of her. “Get those panties back on.”
I let her up and she turned in my arms to face me. She bit her lip as her eyes sparked into mine. “I love you like this,” she confessed.
My lips quirked up at the corner. “I know you do.”
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