Chapter 34 #2
“What are the odds of that?”
“There’s no need to play the game because I’m not letting you go. I’ll never make that mistake again.” He stands and takes a step back. “Now get on the desk and let me show you how much I missed you.”
My eyes fly to the door. “Here? At the batting cages?”
Sweet and precious Cade has left the building, his eyes dark and hooded as he steps closer. “Why not?”
Energy thrums through me. I know all too well how proficient Cade’s tongue is, so against my better judgement, I swipe everything on my desk aside and press my ass against the edge.
With a hand tangled in my braids and the other guiding me onto the desk, I feel like I’m having a vivid daydream. But when cold air hits my hips and my leggings are eased down, I’m jolted back into the moment.
This is happening.
Deft fingers drag along the edge of my cotton thong, tugging the thin fabric. He hisses as one finger dips beneath the waistband, dangerously close to my clit.
“Fuck. I missed you. I missed this,” he mumbles against my calf. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Being with me. Telling Trev—”
“Don’t you dare say his name while your fingers are so close to me.” Sitting up, I grip the front of his shirt and pull his face to mine. “And yes to everything, Cade. I’ve never been more sure.”
“Me either.” His lips brush against mine. “Lean back and relax.”
I do as he says, but I don’t lie all the way back. This is the first time I’ve seen Cade on his knees in front of me like this in years. I’m going to soak up every second.
Soft kisses trail up my legs, starting at my ankles. By the time he reaches my knees, they’ve become nips and nibbles, mapping a path to where I need him most. My thighs tremble, desperate to wrap around him, but when he presses his lips against my clit, I sit up and scoot back.
Cade halts instantly. “I’m sorry, Shay. We should stop. There’s no need to rush this. Let’s just go—”
“No.” I shake my head, feeling embarrassed. “That’s not it.”
How do I tell him I haven’t been touched by a single person since him? I’d love to blame it on the fact that I was too busy with work, but that wasn’t the problem; it was the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Their laugh wasn’t as light. Their heart not as kind.
Bowing my head, I look away. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I haven’t been with anyone else.”
A groan rips from his throat, wrecked and raw as something breaks inside him. “Look at me, baby. Neither have I.” He lifts my chin and places a kiss on each cheek. “Nobody was you. Nobody ever could be. Tell me it was the same for you.”
My lips lift. “It’s you, Cade. It’s got to be you.”
“And you for me.”
That sets it off like a fire. No more words are needed after a confession like that.
His hands are tender against my face, and it takes no time at all to find our groove.
A moan of approval slips from him when his tongue sweeps against mine.
His hands are everywhere, my waist, my thighs, my ass.
It’s as if he can’t decide where to touch first, but I’m not going anywhere.
We’ve waited so long for this. And now we can’t seem to get close enough.
I spent so long pretending I was happy without him.
Now there’s no more pretending.
“I never gave up hope,” he whispers, dragging my hips to the edge of the desk. “Of being with you again. Kissing you. Being yours. I’m so glad I didn’t stop believing.”
Drifting lower, his lips sweep across my throat, nibbling my collarbone, dragging along my stomach over my T-shirt. Each touch feels like a live wire. The string of fabric covering me is off before I can ask him to hurry, tossed across the room, where my leggings lie in a heap.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Shay.” Awe pitches his voice as his gaze rakes over me, hungry and reverent at the same time. My thighs fall open, pressed apart by his hands. His eyes flick up to me one last time. Checking in on me. He has always been good at that.
“I’m great,” I pant out. “You’ve got me?”
“I’ve always got you,” he promises.
And then he’s there. The first sweep of his tongue is slow and deliberate, and my hips jolt off the desk without permission as I’m flooded with pleasure and things I had forgotten existed.
Nobody and nothing could ever top this, and we both know it.
The broken sound that leaves my throat would be embarrassing if it weren’t Cade.
This man knows my body better than I do.
“Yeah, baby,” Cade groans, his thumb worshipping my clit. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”
He hums in approval at my throaty gasp, the sound vibrating against my core.
The room starts to spin as he takes his time with me.
His tongue moves with maddening patience, like he’s trying to memorize every reaction.
As if he has waited years for this moment and he refuses to not savor every second.
Then he slips a finger inside.
“Yes,” I somehow manage to get out. “More. Please. I need more.”
His smile is all heat and tenderness as he looks up at me. Too damn sweet, considering what he’s doing to me with his fingers and tongue.
“For you? I’d do anything.”
My nipples harden as another finger slides into me. I reach under my shirt and pinch them between my fingers, and his eyes narrow as he watches me with what looks like jealousy in the almost-black color.
“You want to see?” I ask, but I don’t wait for an answer. Lifting my shirt, he gets a perfect view of the fact that there’s no bra.
“When I finally get my hands on you, I may not survive.” The tightness in his voice pulls at the strings in my belly. “It should be illegal to be this perfect.”
The way his voice breaks around the words, I know his control is slipping. That, along with the way his fingers are picking up speed, hitting deeper than before, tells me everything. He’s going to break, and I’m right behind him.
“I know, baby. I feel you tightening around me. And while I plan to kiss those lips for the rest of my life, right now, I need you to fall apart on my tongue. Can you do that for me?”
My fingers tangle in his locs as I teeter closer to the edge, gasping his name as he goes back to work. Tongue flicking harder. Fingers thrusting deeper inside me. He knows exactly what I need in order to finish, and with one last lap of his tongue and flick to my clit, I come undone.
Right on his tongue, like he asked.
I don’t move. I can’t. Cade is lying on top of me as we try to catch our breath.
“That was . . .” I start, trailing off.
“Great? Life-altering? Marriage material?”
A laugh rushes out of me as he stands. “All three.”
When he turns around, his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and I spot that familiar knot of worry between his brows. “So, you don’t regret it?”
I would get up, but my legs are too shaky. Instead, I curl my finger at him until he moves back to me. Gripping his shirt, I pull him into a kiss that’s part promise, part surrender. My heart is his.
Always has been.
“Not even a little bit,” I say. “Never will.”
“That’s what I hoped you would say because same here.” He pulls me off the desk, and I curl myself into his chest. “Let’s get you dressed and go home, baby.”
I look up at him. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”
Not one moment is silent or awkward as Cade leans down to kiss me, gathers my discarded clothes, helps me slip them back on, and pulls me back into his arms once I’m fully dressed. It’s as if we can’t get enough.
As we step into the night, neither of us says it. We don’t need to.
We’re already home.