One Funeral (No Weddings #2)(49)

“Thinking about it.”

My cheeks flushed hot. Damn. You’d think I’d begun menopause for how often I’d overheated tonight. And I was still thinking about his “massive” cock. “Well, maybe for a tiny second.”

“Nothing tiny about it, Maestro. Nor would it be thought of in a mere second. Minutes wouldn’t even cover it. I’m talking hours, and hours…”

I blinked.

With a smirk and a wink, he disappeared behind the swinging door of the men’s bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned against the wall, watching as a couple latched together arm-in-arm staggered down the hall. They split apart at the last minute, the girl heading into the ladies’ room, the man passing by me and through the men’s room door.

Seconds later, Cade pressed up beside me. “Miss me?”

I snorted. “Like a sugar-addicted kid misses the dentist.”

“Aw, come on, Maestro. You know you were obsessing about it longer than a second.”

I clamped my mouth shut and began walking down the hall.

“I bet you’re thinking about it right now, lamenting over the fact you missed the chance to hold the heavy, thick weight of it in your hand.”

Sudden wildness had me dig in the heels of my sparkling Jimmy Choos and turn to face an unmarked door while grabbing his hand in mine. I glanced over my shoulder to see the surprised look on his face.

“All right, big guy. You wanna show me the goods? Put your money where your mouth is.”

He laughed. “I’d much rather put my cock where your mouth is.”

I rolled my eyes.

Cade reached around me and turned the knob. With his eager push, we entered a pitch-black space.

I twisted around, feeling along the wall as he shut the door. “Is there a light switch?”

His hand collided with mine, then he laced our fingers together, pulling my hand between us. “No. No lights.”

“But I can’t see a thing.” Excitement tempered my mild claustrophobia, even though the shortened echoes of our voices made this seem more like a closet than a room.

“Perfect. Then just feel.” His hot breath fanned over my face, smelling of sweet Champagne.

I smiled at the thought.

Finally. Us touching. Really touching.

I wanted to be here with Cade doing something spontaneous and unexpected. And somehow it didn’t matter to me in the least that we might possibly be groping in a supply closet.

A thrill skittered through me as Cade stood there holding me, running his hands up my back. Warm palms smoothed over my shoulders. A lighter touch trailed down my collarbones, falling lower.

My breath came in short pants as his adventurous fingers traced the swells above the neckline of my dress, starting at the sides, then moving inward. They met in the center before open palms cupped my breasts, kneading once before gripping even harder, pinching sensitized nipples.

I whimpered.

Cade crushed his mouth over mine, using my sound as both a locating beacon and permission.

My world now only consisted of one thing: Cade. In the dark space, as we clung to each other, he was all that mattered. He became everything. And the heady feeling rushed through my veins, an overwhelming drug.

My hands trembled as I unbuttoned his shirt, desperate to touch his skin. I no longer had to wonder what his chest was like. When I finally made it through, my fingers skimmed across smooth skin stretched over hard muscle.

He hiked my skirt up, breaking away from my mouth to kiss a path along my jawline, then down my neck. “Mmm…petticoats.”

As his strong hands ran up the outside of my thighs, exploring higher until he gripped my hips, I made a mental note to invest in a closet full of the fluffy underskirts.

He slid his hands back, cupping my bare ass. His mouth was everywhere—down my neck, across my chest—hot sucking kisses branding my skin with fire.

I gasped when he tugged my dress down, setting my breasts free into the chilly air. Before I could react, he dropped his hands below my ass and hoisted me up in the air while lunging forward. My back hit the wall right as he sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and growled into my breast.

I groaned. Heat raged through my veins, aching fire licked between my thighs. Cade’s mouth on me amped my nerve endings into a sparking frenzy, and I needed more.

I slid my hands up further and pushed off his shirt and jacket together to expose his skin. Clamping onto the muscles of his shoulder, I dug my nails in, holding on for dear life as his every pull and suck drove me madder, ratcheting my need higher. Then he shifted sides, sucking the other nipple in past the hard edges of his teeth with a rasp. I gasped, overcome with staggering pleasure.

As if all of the mind-blowing wildness wasn’t enough, Cade ground his pelvis between my thighs with an erection so hard and overwhelming that I had zero doubt about his “massive” claim. Panting from pleasure, I arched my hips into him, lining him up with my throbbing bundle of nerves that ached for relief.

His movements slowed. With a low groan, he released my breast and lowered my body, dragging his lips up my neck until he found my mouth again. The kisses were unhurried, growing tender. Tentative tastes of each other’s tongues. Lingering sips and sucks.

We drifted into slow motion, a savoring of lips, of every gasp and sigh, until he pulled away and lightly touched his forehead to mine. With a firm grasp, he held me there, his body pressed flush against mine as he pinned me to the wall.