Chapter 47
CHAPTER
FORTY-SEVEN
JULIETTE
Lips travel down the center of my body, stopping at my lower belly, before a tongue swirls my flesh there, then continues between my legs. I feel my knees being lifted and thrown over shoulders before warm breath slides against my center.
My eyes slowly open as I feel his tongue glide through, circling around my clit, and then back again. Back and forth, around and around. Reaching between us, I slide my fingers through the strands of his soft hair and hold on, gripping him tightly.
I arch my back and pull him closer to me. Opening my mouth, I try not to make any noise, knowing that Cade is sleeping just a few feet away in another room. I lift my hips, searching for my release. I’m sensitive and sore from last night
After Slade came home, he ate half the cookies we baked, claiming they were the best things he’s ever eaten. I know he was saying that for Cade’s sake and not necessarily for me, but it still made me feel good.
I don’t think I ever made a single thing that Victor said was edible, let alone the best thing he’d ever eaten. Even if it was just for Cade, it was still sweet. He took us out to dinner. It wasn’t fancy, just a build-your-own burrito place.
It was perfect to me, though. On our way home, we went to the grocery store and got food for the house. He bought more food than I could have imagined two people needed for the next couple of weeks. The bill was outrageous, and it made me wonder if he thought I was staying longer.
I wouldn’t protest if that were the case.
Especially right now… with his mouth between my legs.
He shifts his face up slightly, his tongue focusing on my clit, just as two fingers slip inside me.
He curls his fingers, moving them. Instantly, my muscles begin to tremble.
I’ve been on edge constantly the past couple of days, staying with him.
I can’t believe how much sex we’ve had and how amazing it’s been.
Every. Single. Time.
I feel like my body is on edge and I’m ready to fall over. I’m ready to tumble over the edge at every given moment I’m in his presence. I don’t know how I’m supposed to live like this, and yet, I don’t want to live any other way.
Being with Slade is like the best fantasy I could have ever imagined.
Arching my back, I push myself closer to him, needing his fingers and his tongue. I am so close and trying to keep from crying out. My eyes slide closed as I inch closer to the edge. His teeth glide along my sensitive clit, his fingers curl one more time, and that’s all I need.
I don’t just roll over the edge. I don’t tumble or trip. What I do is leap. I freaking jump off the edge headfirst, ready to rock and roll. My orgasm rips through me, and I welcome it, every single second.
I allow the orgasm to roll through me. Slade doesn’t continue. His hand slips from my body before he rises to his knees. He doesn’t hover over my body. He doesn’t shift forward. Instead, I feel his fingers curl around my hips before he drags my body up his thighs.
He positions himself against my center, lifting his hips slightly as he fills me. My pussy stretches, accommodating his size. We groan simultaneously at the sensation. I love the way it feels when he’s inside me this way.
“Open your eyes, honey,” he grinds out through his clenched jaw.
My eyes slowly open, focusing on his. It’s early in the morning, and I’m still a little hazy from sleep. When he moves inside me, it’s like the sweetest song that could ever be played. This man undoes me. He owns my body, and I’m not ready to admit it to anyone.
I’m not even sure if I’m ready to admit it to myself, but he owns my soul, too.
I’ve fallen in love with him.
I am madly, deeply, stupidly in love with Slade.
He’s dangerous, and he should terrify me, but I’m drawn to him like I’ve never been drawn to anyone before.
Everything here in Boulder City claims me, just as Slade already does, as if this is the place where I’ve always been meant to land.
The wind calls to me, holds me warm in its embrace—soothing and contented all at the same time.
This is my home. And Slade is my comforter.
Everyone else is the icing on the cake, with Boulder City being the ingredients. Alex and Elodie are the cake. Slade is the smooth, sweet, rich, and absolutely delicious icing, and Cade—he’s the sprinkles.
This is everything I never imagined possible, and as Slade continues to move inside me, my gaze never leaving his, I can’t help but wonder when it’s all going to fall apart.
Because it will, make no mistake about it.
It will burn up in a fire that destroys everything.
That’s the way things end up for me, and that’s how it’s going to go down.
I just don’t know when.