He kissed her again, his eyes closed, and she saw the strain on his face, the worry and sadness for Daphne. Kylie might be jealous of her, but she was still a childhood friend of Cade’s and she was still heading toward self-destruction. And if Cade needed comforting?
Kylie wanted to be the one to do it.
So she put her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the pent-up longing she’d been fighting all night.
He groaned against her mouth, and then the two of them were staggering toward the bed as Cade shrugged off his jacket. She tugged at his shirt, and then they were both unbuttoning it together, anxious to get him free of his clothing. Within moments, Cade was undressed, and then it was Kylie’s turn. She kicked off her shoes and tugged her top over her head, quickly followed by her bra and her skirt. Then she was just as naked as he was.
And Cade pushed her back on the bed, his gaze reverent as he stared at her breasts. “God, I love these,” he told her, reaching out and caressing one nipple. It hardened against his touch, and Kylie shivered, gazing up at Cade as he moved over her. His knee pushed hers apart, and she spread her legs for him.
“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he murmured, cupping them in his hands and then leaning down to kiss the nipples. “I want to bury my face in them constantly. A man could lose himself in these gorgeous tits.”
He made her feel pretty. Made her feel sexy instead of just fat. She loved that, and so she raised her arms over her head and clasped them there, knowing that the movement would make her full breasts stand at attention.
He groaned at the sight of it and leaned in to kiss the valley between her breasts. “So beautiful, Kylie. So soft and gorgeous and all mine.” He raised his head. “If I go get a condom, are you going to abandon me again?”
She shook her head. She didn’t think she could, even if she wanted to. And it was the last thing on her mind right now. At the moment? All she wanted was Cade, between her legs and thrusting deep inside her. “I need you,” she whispered.
He kissed her skin again and moved off the bed. “Be right back.”
She watched his tight ass as he headed for the bathroom and felt like a jerk when he kept glancing backward, as if uncertain if she’d try to escape again or not. She’d pulled a dick move on him, that was for sure. He needed her tonight, though. Needed comforting. Needed to lose himself in sex.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Cade’s smile as he returned to the room with a handful of condoms made her chest ache with the beauty of it. He was so delectable, this man. So utterly gorgeous and completely perfect in every way. She sent a silent prayer of thanks for her being in the right place at the right time when he’d been discarded and needed scooping up.
Kylie licked her lips as he tossed all of the condom packets but one onto the bedside. He tore open the one in his hand, then carefully rolled the condom down his length. She watched him with fascinated anticipation, and when he looked up, she held her arms out for him.
He came to her, moving over her, and as she raised one leg to go around his hip, he pushed into her with one swift, sharp stroke that left her gasping in surprise at the suddenness of it. She thought there’d be more foreplay, more kissing, more licking, but as he pressed his face against her breasts again, and then gave another rough, sudden thrust, she got it. This wasn’t about mutual pleasure tonight. This was about comfort. He needed her, needed the distraction of sex.
Well, he wasn’t coming without her. She adjusted her hips, rocking them with every thrust he made. She was still wet from before, so it hadn’t hurt when he’d pushed into her . . . but she needed more if she was going to come. So she lifted a hand and licked her fingers, and the small movement caught his attention.
His gaze shot to hers, and she gave him a sultry smile just before she slid her hand to her pussy and began to tease her clit with her fingers.
Cade groaned. His fingers dug into Kylie’s thigh, and he propped her calf up against his shoulder, her foot in the air. The angle left her wide open, and allowed him to thrust even harder, more vigorous than before. If his kisses had been sweet earlier, his thrusts were not. They were rough and full of need and power, and each one made her breasts heave and bounce. She tightened her arms against her sides to keep them from jouncing painfully, and her hand continued to work her clit.
“Goddamn, that’s hot,” Cade growled. “Why are you so fucking sexy, Kylie?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them again, returning them back to her pussy a moment later and rubbing harder. His thrusts were slamming into her, shoving her back against the pillows in the bed, but the friction between their bodies was making her own pleasure ratchet up quickly. Moments later, her own orgasm blasted into existence, and she cried out, rubbing herself hard even as her pussy clenched around his pistoning cock.