One Funeral (No Weddings #2)(68)

Falling under the spell of all of the sparking and aching that fired through me, I slid my hands up the wall of his chest and wrapped them around his neck, holding tight.

He shifted onto his hands and knees, crowding me backward on the mattress.

I watched his powerful body in rapt fascination, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing and releasing under the faint glow from the gas lamp behind us. Dark, hungry eyes glittered up at me when he moved between my legs and hovered his mouth over the scrap of remaining fabric.

On a growl, he lowered his mouth, taking the lace in his teeth, and tugged down. Hot breath fanned over sensitized tissue, and I exhaled, trying to relax. But then he released the fabric, sending a hardened tongue up through my folds and onto my clit, circling there.

I moaned, my body going bowstring tight, and arched up into him. He gave another hard suck, then released me. I panted, falling back against the cushions as I felt the lace of the thong tug down my hips and legs.

In a daze, I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me from the foot of the makeshift bed, devouring me with a heated gaze. I gave him a weak smile and pointed to his jeans. “Off.”

The one word was all I could manage, and yet the command must have spoke volumes and had the impact of a bullhorn with Cade. His hands shot to his fly, ripping it open as he stood. The tent wasn’t as tall as he was, so he bent over, which tensed the gorgeous muscles of his arms, chest, and abs. His body was a work of art, carved from his years of rowing crew.

Damn, I love crew.

He shucked his jeans from his body and tossed them aside.

Commando.

I blinked, gaping at the beauty of his entire naked form. Powerful thighs led to a trim waist. The V muscles angled down from his waist, cradling a dark mass of curls in his groin area. And jutting out from there, pointing my way in urgent demand, was nine plus inches of thick cock, hardened just for me.

Before I was able to form coherent thoughts, Cade stalked forward, kneeling. And the closer he came, the more incredible he looked. Everywhere. But I became obsessed with one throbbing thing.

While he knelt before me, I sat up, bringing his shaft to my eye level, marveling over the size. I attempted to wrap my hand around the base but failed, my fingers not quite touching. “Oh my God.” With soft pressure, I skimmed my palm and fingers up the length.

He groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head before his eyelids pinched shut.

My fingers released their pressure when I reached the tip, and I traced the bulging head. “It’s…”

“Hannah?”

I blinked and looked at him, unaware of how long I’d zoned out.

He smirked. “I told you I had a massive cock.”

I laughed, then kissed the soft skin covering the tip, cradling the rigid length in my hand. “Yes, you did.”

“Great. Let’s agree: it’s huge, amazing, a work of art.” His slow words came out between shuddering breaths. “Now can you please make me the luckiest man on Earth and suck it deep into your mouth?”

A sizzling arc of fire flashed between my legs, moisture pooling there at his words as if by his command. My body already responded to Cade as if I belonged to him.

At the same time, a heavy ache burned deeper, higher, up behind my ribs. If I’d been unsure before, I’d become certain now. It happened from all his grand romantic gestures. With his every protective instinct. In his vulnerable moments, heart bared to me in tender trust, and in moments like these, where we could be intensely sexual one minute and laughing the next—I’d fallen for this man, hard.

I loved him.

And so I did as he asked. Not because he’d asked, but because I wanted to please him.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, gripping as firmly as I could. With soft pressure, I slid my lips over the tip, reaching the ridge before pulling back, flicking my tongue to lick along the underside as I dragged my mouth away.

His breath stuttered before he let out a low moan.

Firming my lips, I kissed the tip, then sucked hard, drawing him in, inch by slow inch, while I tightened my grip on his shaft. Cade trembled, groaning in pleasure.

As I pulled him deeper, I moaned from the ache burning between my thighs. It was as if the rest of my body knew about the incredibleness that I worshiped and wanted to be done with all the teasing. The rest of me wanted to experience the glorious cock my mouth currently enjoyed. Now.

On a slow upstroke, swirling my tongue around him on the way back, I gripped his shaft hard in my hand and pulled my mouth from him.

“Cade?” My word was whispered against his flesh. My tone, begging.

A finger lifted my chin up, bringing my gaze to meet his. Those dark sapphire eyes glittered with lust. “What do you need, Hannah? It’s yours.”

“I…I need you in me, Cade. I might die if you don’t slide inside.”

He smirked.

Then in a sudden blur, he lunged forward and was on me, hot and hard. His legs pressed my thighs outward. His rigid shaft slid through slick folds, dragging over my bundle of nerves, igniting me with sparks of pleasure.

I arched into him, wrapping my arms around his back, burying my mouth in the crook of his neck. I whimpered into his skin as he pulled back and slid forward again.

In a steady rhythm, he eased back and rocked forward, slowly. Maddeningly.

My entire body shuddered from head to toe as I ached in need. “Please, Cade. Please. I’m begging you. Slide deep inside of me.”