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“God, you turn me on. I want to stroke every inch of your skin before I taste all the same places with my tongue.” His voice is gruff, and does dangerous things to my sex.
I stare into his eyes. “What’s stopping you?”
“Nothing.” His mouth hovers mere centimeters from mine, and my head spins.
When he doesn’t move, I lean forward and meet his lips with the lightest of touches. His arms wrap around me, and the whispered touch turns into a reckless flurry of thrusting tongues and hands caressing everywhere at once.
As his hands lace into my hair, he tugs on the strands, giving him better access to my mouth. Like I’m going to deny him anything. I’ve fantasized about this moment since our first kiss in the elevator, but this one is so much more. More passion. More heat. More intensity. Then, I thought he was a prick. Now, I know he’s a good guy in disguise.
I yank his T-shirt out of his jeans and run my hands along his sides. For a second, he tenses, and his mouth leaves mine, causing me to groan in frustration. “Don’t stop. I don’t want to stop.” I dig my nails into his flesh, feeling the tightness of his muscles.
“I wasn’t stopping. I was only preparing to get a better taste of you.” His tongue trails along the base of my neck, where my pulse thumps under the skin.
My nipples ache at the eagerness of his touch. Almost as if he knows the effect he’s having on me, his fingers cup my breast and squeeze. I moan and grind my thighs together to ease the pressure in my core as wetness pools in my panties, making me slick and ready. God, I need his hard cock deep inside me. Now.
I trail my fingertips from his sides and down his abs until I reach the fly of his pants. The swift intake of his breath gives me the courage to explore further. Through the fabric, I rub the hardness of his cock with my palm. His girth and length stretch the material of his jeans.
He growls, and I increase the pressure of my movements. It has been so long, and he’s so big. Will he fit? All I know is I’ve never felt this craving for release in my life. The other guys I’ve been with were nowhere near as impressive in the package department. If it’s as good as it feels right now, he’s going to have serious trouble getting rid of me.
He pulls back. “What was that?”
“What was what?” I blink and try to figure out what he’s saying. Ding. Dong.
“It’s your doorbell.”
“I’m sure it’s no one. They’ll go away. Get back over here.” I wrap my arms around his neck and drag him back to me. Ding. Dong.
“I don’t think they’re going away. You should probably see who it is.” Cade pulls back, stands, and re-tucks his T-shirt. I watch as he adjusts his dick inside his pants. Whoever it is. It had better be important. I’m not feeling friendly toward the pussyblocker.
“Fine.” If it’s someone selling frozen meat door to door, I’m going to slam the door in their face. I had my hand on the only meat I’m interested in devouring.
Chapter Thirteen
Cade
She pulls her hair into a lopsided bun, grabs a ponytail holder from the table by the door, and quickly twists it in place. How in the hell did I find the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s interested in me? A man who’d practically grown up on the streets, lost both his parents before his voice changed, and ended up living in a foster home until entering the military.
Of course, she doesn’t know those things, but for some reason, I don’t think she’ll care. I shove my hands into my pockets. Stella will love her.
Ding. Dong. “I’m coming. Stop the doorbell already.” She swings the door open.
“About time you open the damned door up. Why have you not been answering your phone?” The man grinds out between clenched teeth. He’s a large, hulking figure that blocks the view of the sunlight coming into the room.
For several seconds, I study him. Then the realization hits. Same dark hair. Striking blue eyes. High cheekbones. Shit. It’s one of her brothers. I yank my hands out of my pockets and widen my stance. One of her FBI brothers. Which one is this?
She smirks and lets him encircle her into his arms. “What took you so long? With all the FBI resources at your fingertips, I didn’t think it would take you this long to get to Kansas City.”
“Humph.” He steps back and lets her go while shutting the door forcefully behind him. “Funny. I knew where you were the day after you left, but I couldn’t get away until my investigation was complete. You know Dad is worried sick about you.”
“I’m sure he is. He thinks I’ve lost my mind.” She turns and mouths, ‘I’m sorry.’
Her brother turns his attention to me. Not that he hadn’t registered my presence the second he’d walked through the door, but he’s just now acknowledging I exist in his space. He stares without moving a muscle.
Dude, I’m not that easy. I’ve spent years defending myself from punks that considered me easy prey–they were wrong. Eventually, I’d spent years serving my country as a Navy SEAL. Overprotective brothers don’t scare me, even if they are FBI agents.
I swallow. However, his arrival is a blessing in disguise. What I feel for Lola is dangerous. She makes me want to throw all my chips onto the table and go all in. But I can’t. I don’t have anything to give her and losing her would destroy me.
And I would lose her. I have no blood relatives. No money, at least money like she has. No concept of how to have a family. I’m the last person she needs to be with.
