Page 56 of Wild Lies

Worry has a groove forming between his brows as he stares down at me. “You said no.”

Collapsing back, I throw an arm over my face and blow out a relieved breath. “I meant I’m not too sore to take you, but with you touching me, I could barely think straight, Kade.”

“Oh. Good.” He pauses as he settles back into position. “I like that I can drive you wild.”

Me too.

The thought has barely formed before Kade’s mouth is covering me, and his tongue is flicking against my clit. The slick slide of his tongue and the heat of his breath are my undoing. Diving a hand into his hair, I tug on the strands as I grip the cushion on the back of the couch.

Holy shit.

This man has a mouth made for sin, and if I’m really lucky, I’ll get to experience it every night for the rest of my life. The thought should scare me, considering how long I’ve known him, but all it does is add fuel to my fire and send a thrill of excitement chasing after my high.

Kade alternates between flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking on the hard nub. When he slides a finger inside, slowly followed by another, I see stars clearer than the ones in the Montana skies at night that I’ve come to love.

My walls contract around his fingers, and the light pressure he puts on my clit as he moves his fingers inside me sends spasms through my body. I convulse around him, his touch almost too much as I cry out, pleading with him to give me more. It feels like even breathing is too much at this point.

He pulls away as if he hasn’t just taken me to the edge and pushed me over. I try to gather the strength to sit up, to look at him, but my eyes are weak.

When I feel him hovering above me, I finally crack open one eye before letting it drift closed. God, his chin is wet from the mess I’ve made, beads of my arousal gathering in his mustache, and if that wasn’t the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.

Pressing a hand against his chest, I say, “Sir, you need to give me a minute to recover.”

Kade snickers, like he’s proud of the fact that I can barely feel or move my body. “You think you can walk?”

My eyes shoot open, and I lift a brow, silently asking if he’s serious. He holds up his hands with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I have no intention of massaging your ego today. You know exactly what you’ve just done to me.”

He smirks before running a tongue over his teeth. “You’re right, buttercup. Hell, I can still taste you on my tongue.”

When he stands, the air conditioning chills my heated skin. It’s a welcome and upsetting sensation all at once.

Kade bends, covering my mouth with his. I taste myself, but the thought doesn’t linger for long as he picks me up, carrying me bridal style.

With ease, he strides across the room, heading for the stairs. I dust kisses across his stubbled jaw, my arms looped around his neck as I put my complete and utter trust in him.

When we reach the bedroom, Kade comes to a stop beside the bed, staring down at me in his arms. I want to burrow under his skin until we’re one. Tension crackles, hot and heavy, sucking the air from the room until I can barely breathe.

Setting me down on top of the mattress, he lifts the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head with zero interference from me.

I lay back as Kade pulls his T-shirt over his head, using the material to wipe my arousal from his chin. His eyes find me as he drops it to the floor, heat swirling in the darkened depths. The hard lines of his sculptured chest are illuminated in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. This is my favorite part. He reaches for his belt buckle next, unfastening it before he slowly pulls it through the loops.

Kneeling, I move toward him, my fingers brushing his out of the way as I pop the buttons on his jeans. When I look up at him, his face is serious, like he feels the desperation to have him that flows through my body like blood.

He runs a thumb down my cheek and over the corner of my mouth before dipping to brush his mouth across mine. I barely manage to push his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs and wrap a hand around his hot, hard cock before I’m pulled under the surface of my desire.

Kade bands an arm around my waist before forcing me down and onto the mattress. Our mouths fuse together, testing and tasting as if this could be the last time. But when he settles between my legs, I know I’ll never leave him.

Pulling back, he holds my gaze, silently asking a question that protects us both. I know he needs an answer, more for his own peace of mind than mine.

I cup his cheek with one hand, pressing the other over his racing heart. “Never anything between us again, Kade.”

He lifts one of my legs over his hip, his cock sliding between my folds and resting at my entrance. “If it hurts, we’ll stop,” he rasps.

A choked sound of protest leaves my lips and I drag my nails down his back as I say, “Don’t you dare. I need you. Inside me. Now.” I’m too far gone and desperate for him to care.

Slowly, he shifts his hips forward, stretching my entrance as he fills me. My eyes flutter closed as my lips part and I gasp for air.