Chapter Nine
NIKKI
God.
This man, his touch, his body, everything about him was unbelievable.
The way I was behaving wasn’t me. I wasn’t a woman to lie back and simply let the man do everything, but I was coming undone under his fingers, and every time I tried to move and take back some control, he’d hold me still, his grip tightening around my hands and wrists.
And let’s be honest, I wasn’t fighting that hard.
Because I didn’t want to think right now, and Cade was very good at making me forget everything outside his wandering fingers and tongue.
Cade was stronger than I’d anticipated. His body was lean but sculpted, and I should’ve realized his strength simply by looking at him.
But he took control of my mind and body easily, and I might as well be limp in his arms with the way he played with my senses.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.
We were supposed to have a delicious back-and-forth that lasted days or weeks.
We were meant to have moments of oops, our hands touched and staring into each other’s eyes longingly over a shared milkshake.
We were not meant to start off with a funeral, a failed one-night stand, me unconscious, and a missing pair of handcuffs.
Yet I was here, and right now I wanted more than anything else to simply touch him. I needed to run my palms over his chest, trace the outline of his muscles with my fingers, dip my fingertips under the waistband of his jeans, and tease my nails up the length of his cock.
But I wasn’t even getting that because he had my hands held together in only one of his while he played my body with his kisses and fingers. I gasped as he slipped his hand underneath my T-shirt, and when he cupped my breast in his palm, he growled against my neck.
Growling, I’ve never had a man growl at me before like that.
Fuck, it was hot.
I wanted the same thing now that I did after Kim’s funeral—to forget for a while.
The more Cade touched me, the more his fingers ignited passion against my skin, but it was much more than that.
He expertly palmed my breast before he snuck his fingers up under my bra and pinched my nipple.
I moaned into his mouth. He hadn’t stopped kissing me, playing his tongue against mine with the same fervor as his hand explored my body.
If he was trying to claim me, then I was going to let him.
His grip on my hands behind my back eased when I relaxed against him, but still held, as though he was ready for me to start fighting him again.
But I wouldn’t, not this time at least. I was his to use as he pleased because I had no doubt even if he fucked me like a fucktoy, he wouldn’t rest until I had the same pleasure he did.
I tried not to think about the level of trust it took for me to let go, even this much.
Because this wasn’t a time for thinking.
We broke away from each other, and Cade shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind him. Lifting his T-shirt over his head, I followed the edge of the fabric as it revealed more of him to me.
Fuck.
Immediately, I placed my hands on his chest and pressed my body against his, desperate to feel the hard lines of him against me.
Hell, something was definitely hard. His erection was pressed against his jeans, and when I moved next to him, he wrapped his arms around me, trapped my hands between us, and ground his crotch against mine.
Fire ignited between my legs with every rub of his shaft against my clit.
Even through our clothes, he moved with a rhythm and force that had me practically keening for more.
Christ, if he could almost make me peak from a dry hump, how fucking good would it be to feel him inside me, driving away with that same rhythm?
I didn’t want to wait any longer.
Squirming against his hold, I managed to get my hands low enough to undo his belt and begin working at the button and fly on his jeans. Cade stopped me only long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head and unlatch my bra, sliding it down my arms.
Foreplay could wait until next time because the heat burning inside me was almost too much to bear.
“Cade…” I panted out, my fingers fumbling, “… just fuck me already, please.”
Something passed across his eyes, his expression darkened, and a trick of the light made his eyes appear yellow for a moment. Wild. When I glanced behind me for the source of the illusion, I squealed when Cade lifted me over his shoulder and carried me toward the bedroom at the rear of the house.
With glee, I reached up and managed to tap my fingers against the light fitting I was forever trying to touch, and I released a delighted giggle. This earned me a slap against my ass from Cade, followed by another growl when I screamed out, more in shock than pain.
Bouncing as Cade dropped me against the mattress, he fought with my sweatpants as he tugged them down over my legs.
“What are you giggling at?” he asked, his voice was deep, almost not his own, and the muscles in his jaw were tense.
He wasn’t looking at my face, his eyes instead hungrily swept over my body when I lay naked in front of him.
“I was just…” My words faded into nothing as he finished undressing in front of me.
Holy. Shit.
“Uh…” I said. I knew I shouldn’t stare, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his cock.
He glanced down, his grin edging with smugness when he looked back at me. “Is there a problem, angel?”
“Cade, I…” I swallowed, and he frowned as I attempted to cover my body with my hands.
Suddenly, the cool air against my skin was too much after the heat I had felt from him earlier, and I was abruptly reminded of how long it had been since I’d had someone in my bedroom.
I didn’t realize the extent of my obsession with work and my investigation until a friend of mine, Catherine, contacted me, saying she hadn’t seen me in over a year and missed me.
Over a year, had it really been that long?
Because the last time I went out with the girls was the last time I got any.
The heat rose in my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop it.
I pulled my gaze away from the fucking monster between his legs and looked into his eyes.
Was I really that drunk the other night that I didn’t remember how fucking big he was?
I’d had that thing in my mouth. Was I blind to the fact I’d barely have been swallowing the head with how my lips stretched around him?
The smug grin had gone and was replaced with concern, although his jaw was still tense.
I’d broken the mood.
I sat up and shifted toward the head of the bed. “It’s um…” Another look at his cock, another muttered curse. “It’s been a while.”
“Do you not want to…” The confusion was evident in both his tone and how his brow furrowed.
Fuck, I was blowing this.
“No, I do, I really fucking do. It’s just… fuck!” I really couldn’t help staring at his cock. “What if it doesn’t… fit?”
“What happened to the woman who handcuffed me to the bed and practically shouted yee-haw?”
The way he looked at me had me shuddering, and that dark expression passed over his face again.
It’s how I imagined a wolf would look at its prey.
I stayed still as Cade kneeled on the bed before crawling toward me.
I’d like to say I held his eye contact, but my gaze kept drifting between his legs.
I wanted to reach out and touch the tip.
Cade took my hands and pulled them from covering my body, exposing me to him once again.
His smile was deadly as he guided me to lay down and braced himself over me, his breath warm against my neck as he began rubbing the length of his cock against my thigh.
“It’ll fit just fine.” It was a promise.
Fuck.
He rocked against me, and I whimpered, trailing my hands up his arms, taking in the delicious definition of his muscles and moving up until I was clasping his back.
My thighs were wet by the time he shifted, so his shaft was between my pussy lips and rubbed against my clit.
God. I moaned and moved against him, and when he whispered in my ear, it almost pushed me over the edge.
“That’s it, angel… get nice and wet for me.” He hummed, pressing harder, his thrusts becoming slower but longer against me, drawing out the sensation. “Fuck, you feel so good. Get that pussy soaking before I fuck you.”
“Oh God,” the words were barely a whisper past my lips. He mumbled something, and I didn’t catch it, too lost in the building pleasure. “What?”
“Condom?” he asked.
When he moved to lift his body from mine and ceased his thrusting against my clit, I moaned and cried out his name. When did I get so needy? But I couldn’t help it, any hesitation I had was gone, and all I wanted was to feel the incredible stretch his cock would bring.
Bareback.
I was on birth control, and while that wasn’t the only consideration, I simply didn’t want any barriers between Cade and me. Foolish, maybe, but everywhere he touched me felt like fire, and I was panting, so close to release yet again simply from his rubbing against me.
“Just fucking fuck me,” I said through gritted teeth. “Now… please.”
I thought for a moment he was going to argue, but he simply growled again and allowed me to pull him down on top of me. Positioning himself between my thighs, he reached down and guided the head of his cock until it pressed against my entrance.
I let fly a string of curses and praises as he penetrated me, thankful that despite how wet I was, he took his time, moving in one smooth motion until he was finally fully sheathed within me.
Cade was frowning, his eyes clamped closed as he braced himself above me, his arms trembling with the effort of taking it slow.
He almost lost control when he was nearly fully in, finishing off with a final hard thrust that had me crying out.
Panting together, we stayed still for a moment.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“Yes.”