“Yes,” she whispered as she blushed. He made her bold.

“Yes your cunt gets wet when my mouth is on your nipple? Yes your ni**les feel good against your shirt?”

“Yes to both.” Little zings of pleasure rebounded through her system as his lips skated down her neck, all the while his fingers plucked at her ni**les.

He dropped to his knees and his mouth went to one nipple and then the other, over and over. People were still there, downstairs and outside. She was torn between the thrill of possibly being discovered and the possible embarrassment.

His hands slid up her bare legs, up beneath the hem of her skirt. She squirmed and he pressed against her with his upper body, holding her in place. The blunt pads of his fingers brushed over the lace of her panties and he hummed his pleasure.

“Wet. Soaking wet for me. I’m going to make you come right here, Grace. Right here when anyone could walk in and catch me licking your succulent ni**les and fingering your pu**y. And you’re going to love it. You do love it. The scent of your cunt drives me insane. I can smell you now, smell how much you want me.”

He pushed aside the crotch of her underwear and slid his fingers into the wet folds of her pu**y. She widened her legs as she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. His tongue flicked over her nipple, his fingers, two of them, slid into her gate while his thumb pressed insistently over her clit.

She locked her knees to keep standing, gripped the counter behind her. Her head fell back as she breathed through her nose, struggled to not scream her pleasure as he played her body expertly. He moved his mouth to the other nipple as his other hand slid through her pu**y and back. Slick with her honey, his middle finger stroked over her rear passage, sending taboo arcs of electric sensation through her.

“I’m going to put my c**k here, Grace. When you get off that plane tomorrow night, we’re coming back here and I’m going to f**k your ass.” The finger he’d been sliding back and forth penetrated just a bit and she gasped. “Mmm, no one’s been back there, have they?”

“No,” she managed to say.

“Good.”

He bit down, taking in as much of her breast as he could and worked his magic with his fingers. Ribbons of color streaked her vision until orgasm hit and her entire body tightened with the pressure to keep quiet.

She dimly felt him put her panties and skirt in place. He picked her up and walked her toward their part of the house.

Cade’s entire body vibrated with need. The way she’d responded as he’d spoken of taking her ass had nearly broken him. Her cunt had heated even more than usual, spilling that ultra-hot juice on his hands. Fuck she was hot and she didn’t even realize her power. God help him if she ever did. She’d own him.

“Undress, Grace. I need to be inside you. I need to mark you before you hie off on this insane trip to Chicago.” He ripped off his shirt, the buttons flying, never taking his eyes from her.

Sex tousled, that’s what she was. Her movements were fluid, but slower than normal, her eyes half lidded. He could scent her, knew she was in a state of satiation but also need. Knew she needed this physical connection as much as he did.

Pride. Satisfaction that he made this woman feel so good, feel such need to be with him, roared through his system.

Bit by bit, her pretty skin was revealed to his eyes until she lay there, totally naked, watching his body as he undressed as well.

“You’re amazing. I’ve seen beefcake pictures in the magazines and they’ve got nothing on you.”

He grinned, loving the way she looked at him. He felt eight feet tall and centerfold handsome when her attention was on him.

“Looking at beefcake in magazines, huh?” He got on the bed and crawled over her body. “Should I be jealous?”

His skin tingled where she skimmed her palms up the muscles of his back.

“No. There’s no room for anything or anyone else now that you’re mine.” Such a simple statement and yet it knocked him out.

“I need you, Grace.”

“Then take me. I’m yours.” Those amber eyes looked up into his face, trusting him with her body and soul, humbling him.

With their difference in height, it wasn’t easy to take her from above unless he was on his knees so he arranged himself and she automatically wrapped her thighs around his waist, scooting close.

“You already know me so well.”

She laughed, he loved the sound.

“Well it’s not like it’s a mystery. The parts go where they go.”

“Oh like, here?” he asked as he slid deep into her pu**y.

Her intake of breath seemed to draw the walls of her cunt in tighter around him, even as the creamy flesh parted for him, making room, welcoming him home.

“Christ. Each time I tell myself I’m going to go slow. That I’ll take my time and draw out the experience but once my c**k slices into your pu**y, that all falls away and I want to rut on you, in you.”

She blushed, blinking quickly. “I…when you say that sort of thing, it makes me breathless. I’ve never thought of being that sort of woman to any man. I’m wildly flattered. It makes me very happy.”

He petted down her flanks and then back over her belly and across the closely trimmed curls at the base of her mound. With a growl, he changed his tempo, speeding up, f**king into her body in short, feral digs.

Her scent changed subtly, heated, sweetened. Her ni**les drew tight and darkened against the surrounding lighter pink. He wanted that moment to freeze, wanted to never forget the beauty of her response to him, the way she opened up her normally reserved personality and luxuriated in the sensuality that lay just beyond—just for him. Only for him.