Page 80 of Fight for You
"I have to work today," I groan even as I wrap one leg around his hip, opening myself up for him.
"Not yet," he says, licking and biting my neck. He slides a hand down my side before wrapping his fingers around my thigh and hitching it higher up his hip. His hand slips between my legs, rolling over my clit. "Can't let you go to work all wet and aching for me."
“Cade,” I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
“Mmm. Keep saying my name just like that, January. You know how much I love it when you’re crying out for me.” He trails kisses down my neck, nipping at my skin as he goes. His fingers dance over my sensitive breasts, teasing and tugging at my hardened nipples.
"Spread your legs for me," he demands, his voice thick with desire.
I obey without hesitation, parting my thighs to expose my dripping wet pussy to him.
“Eager little monster,” he chuckles and lowers his head between my legs, taking a long lick from my clit to the entrance of my pussy before plunging his tongue deep inside me.
"Cade!" I cry out, arching off the bed as he fucks me relentlessly with his tongue. I grip the sheets tightly, losing myself in the sensation of him devouring me. God, it feels so damn good.
He growls against my folds, thrusting his tongue deeper and faster as he fingers me roughly, pushing two fingers inside me and curling them upward in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.
"You're so wet for me, baby girl," he whispers against my skin before sucking on my clit hard enough to make me see stars. It feels like every nerve ending in my body is on fire as I hover on the brink of orgasm.
Just when I’m about to go over, he pulls away suddenly, leaving me gasping for air and begging for release. His piercing gaze never leaves mine as he pins me beneath him, his cock sliding through my folds.
"No more teasing," he growls, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that makes me forget everything but him.
With a swift thrust, he buries himself deep inside me. I gasp, my nails digging into his muscular back as he fills me completely. His hips grind against mine, setting a torturously slow pace. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure racing through my veins.
"Cade," I whisper, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his disheveled hair.
He groans in response, his thrusts becoming more insistent as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. “Goddamn, I missed the way this tight little cunt grips me, January.”
I shiver, moaning at his words. He’s so filthy.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re moaning my fucking name,” he growls. His hands roam over my body, tracing a path along my curves. Each touch leaves a sizzling trail of fire in its wake.
He dips his head to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard and then soothing it with his tongue. It’s intimate yet primal, a pleasure-pain sensation that makes me writhe beneath him.
He changes pace then, quickening the rhythm until the room is filled with nothing but the sounds of our combined gasps and moans. I clutch onto him for dear life as he continues to fuck me relentlessly.
His lips never leave my skin as he takes me, loving me with his body, whispering filthy words of devotion until I'm digging my nails into his ass and coming all over him. He follows me over, whispering my name like a prayer.
We stay just like that until my alarm begins blaring through the room.
"Shit," he grumbles and reluctantly rolls away from me to silence the stupid thing.
I hop up before he can get his hands on me again. If he does, neither of us will be leaving this bed today, and I actually do have to go to work.
Once he's got the alarm silenced, he flops down on his back on the pillows with his arms behind his head. A lazy grin spreads across his face, those dimples popping out. His piercing flashes silver in the light. "You really going to leave me in this big bed all alone?" he asks, that lazy grin turning predatory as his gaze roves down my naked body. "You didn't even let me eat a second helping of you for breakfast, baby girl."
Oh, Jesus.
Heat rushes through me in a flood. I stumble over my feet before I manage to catch myself.
"You're evil," I mutter when he chuckles, the deep sound sending another wave of heat through me. "I have to work today. I have parents coming in for meetings."
He must hear the regret in my voice because he sobers, his expression softening. "As much as I'd like to tie you up in this bed and have you screaming my name all day, I have shit to do today too," he says and then sits upright before climbing gracefully out of the bed. He moves like a big cat stalking across the bedroom toward me. Despite the fact that he just came—and I know he did because I can feel him dripping down my thighs—he's still hard. "Gotta deal with the mess Kaleo made of Ma Lucia's, get your windows replaced, and then swing by the airport to see Tristan off."
When he holds out his arms, silently demanding I let him hold me for a minute, I step willingly into his strong embrace. Once I'm pressed to his chest, my arms looped around his waist, he sighs in contentment. I sigh, too, my entire body humming with energy.
"What are you going to do about Kaleo?" I ask, tilting my head back so I can peer up at him. He's so much taller than me. I feel small and delicate in his arms, but not fragile. Not breakable. He gives me strength in ways I'm not even sure I understand.