“Then come home with me. Take a chance on me.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes. Okay. I’ll do it.”
He grinned, his smile so dazzling she felt as if the entire room lit up. “You sure you don’t need more convincing? I came armed with an entire box of condoms.”
She laughed, feeling light and carefree, and her hands went to the buttons of his shirt. She wanted this man desperately, and loved that he wanted her just as much. “I hear that my roommate isn’t going to be back for at least two more hours.”
“Then let’s get your money’s worth out of this couch,” he told her, his grin fading and his mouth seeking hers. All of the playfulness was suddenly gone, and the hunger resurfaced. Cade’s mouth devoured hers, and Kylie whimpered as his tongue swept into her mouth again. His hand went to her breast, cupping it and rubbing her nipple through the fabric of her top.
She moaned, tearing at his shirt now. “I want to feel your skin against me, Cade. I need you so desperately.”
“Then quit leaving me,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m all yours.”
“I won’t leave again,” she told him.
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll try not to leave again,” she amended, smiling. “And the next time I freak out, I promise I’ll share why.”
“Fair enough,” he said, his fingers still gliding over her nipple, back and forth, coaxing it to aching hardness. “Now, I need to put my mouth on all this gorgeous skin,” he told her. “Undress for me.”
She did, pulling off her clothing with haste, anxious to feel his weight on her, to have him between her legs, his warm flesh touching hers. How long had it been since they’d last had sex? Too long, she decided. She cringed when she revealed her serviceable, ugly beige bra and her cotton briefs. “I wasn’t expecting company,” she told him. At least her legs were shaved.
“You could be wearing rags and you’d still be utterly gorgeous to me,” he told her, and the sincerity on his face made her believe it. It was hard not to feel pretty when a man like Cade was gazing down at you as if you were a work of art.
But then she was naked, and he was mostly naked, and their clothes were flung somewhere on the shabby carpet in Star’s living room, and Cade’s glorious, naked chest was there for her to touch and lick and caress at her leisure. And she did, murmuring her pleasure at touching him, and moaning when he reciprocated. As always, he paid attention to her breasts—he seemed to love them, despite the fact that they weren’t firm or perky; they were too big for that sort of thing. All of Kylie was. But he made her feel pretty nevertheless, and when he looked up at her with heated eyes and parted lips as he took her nipple in his mouth, she’d never felt sexier.
“Condom,” she told him breathlessly. “Now.”
He nodded and leaned over the side of the couch, searching through the discarded clothing. A moment later, he produced one packet and held it aloft.
“Can I?” she asked. Just the thought of rolling it down his length was making her ache between her legs.
The hot gleam in his eyes was answer enough. He gave her the package, and she opened it, carefully removing the condom. It was slick with lubricant, and her own fingers were shaking with need so much that she dropped it on the floor.
Right into one of the melting bowls of ice cream.
Kylie blinked at it, then giggled. “Houston, we have a problem.”
“Do we?” he asked, burying his face against her breasts again. “Or are you still on the pill?”
No condom? Her breath rushed out of her at the thought. Cade with a condom was good. Cade without a condom felt . . . intense. So intense. “I’m on the pill, yeah.”
“Then, can we . . .” He let his words trail off, his gaze asking the question even as he continued to kiss and nuzzle her breasts.
She nodded, her hands going back to him. She laid back down on the couch, ignoring the fact that the pillows were sliding around a bit with all the moving she and Cade were doing. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but Cade over her, and his knees parting her own, his hips settling between hers, and then his cock pressing against her pussy and stroking through her folds, teasing her clit. She moaned.
“My sweet Kylie,” Cade told her. “So damn wet for me. God, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she told him in a shaky voice.
And then he pushed into her, and she gasped at how big he felt, and how tight she was. She spread her legs wider, and his hips fit between hers perfectly, and they began to move together. Kylie’s hips lifted with Cade’s thrusts, and before long, the friction was building between her legs, making her cling to him with breathless need, crying out his name as he hammered into her. She came with a wracking cry, and moments later, he came, too. He pushed into her a few times more, their joined bodies wet with mutual pleasure, and then he slid on top of her, all sweaty skin and muscle.