One Funeral (No Weddings #2)(69)

He chuckled, lowering his lips to my ear. “Damn, I love what your mouth does and says.”

I gave him a tender smile, falling harder with his every word and action. But he pulled away from me, and cool air kissed my exposed skin. When he rocked onto his knees, I furrowed my brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Condom. I can’t believe I didn’t think of condoms.” A deep scowl marred his face.

I shook my head, grabbing his forearm, pulling him down. “You’ve always used condoms?”

“Religiously.”

“Well, I’m on the pill to regulate my cycles. And if you don’t take me now, I will explode into a hot mess right here, with or without you.”

“Holy f*ck. You exploding without me? Now I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Shaking my head, I laughed softly. “Later. Now? I need you.”

His face grew serious. He swallowed hard.

A cool breeze drifted into the tent, and the candles right outside flickered, then snuffed out. The gas lamp on the table behind me remained the only nearby illumination.

Arching my body up, I ground my hips into him. “Please, Cade. I need you.”

He exhaled a shaky breath. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“Your mouth on me.” I shivered, imagining the heat of his lips and tongue pleasuring me.

He knelt between my legs. With a wicked grin, he leaned over, dragging his body up mine. When he had stretched out alongside me, he captured my lips in a searing kiss.

I groaned into his mouth before pulling back, murmuring as I gave him tender kisses, “That isn’t what I meant.”

“I know what you meant. But I want to hear you tell me what you want.” He nipped my lips as I memorized every part of this moment we’d been waiting five long months for.

“Your mouth on me,” I repeated, biting my lip. “Lower.”

He grinned. Then he brushed his lips back along my jawline. Heated breath fogged down my neck before he reached up to tug my earlobe with his teeth.

I let out a soft whimper and shivered, then angled my face away, baring more of my neck.

He drew my skin between his lips in small sucks, trailing downward. When he didn’t move for a moment, I took a deep breath and looked at him.

He stared at my breasts, losing focus for a few seconds as he skimmed the back of his fingers along the outer curve of one. He bent down and followed where his fingers had been with open lips. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, his heated breath dancing over my skin. My body trembled under his touch, breaking out in goose bumps.

A flash of pleasure arced through me, and I groaned, arching off the comforter. He dropped his head and clamped his mouth down onto my peaked nipple.

I gasped.

He growled, sucking hard.

Then he pulled away, blowing on the moistened tip. He brushed the backs of his fingers down my side to my hip and back up, dipping into the curve of my waist. Then he paused. “What do you want?”

I exhaled through pursed lips. “You know what I want.”

He gave out a low chuckle. “Yeah, I do.”

“Tease,” I accused. “Why don’t you take charge? Take what you want.”

Another drag of his hand flirted across my hip. Only this time, he left it there, gripping possessively. “I am in charge. But so are you. Remember our talk in the supply closet?”

My eyes drifted shut. “I remember your mouth on my nipple, your hard cock grinding in between my legs. The rest is a bit blurry.”

“What did I say after that?”

I slid my hand up his arm, over a shoulder. “You didn’t want our first time be in a supply closet.”

“Damn straight, I didn’t. You deserved better than a quick wall f*ck.” He gripped my hip harder. “Then you asked how I imagined our first time.”

Eyes still closed, I smiled. “And you said you weren’t going to give me an itinerary.”

“That’s right.” He leaned down, brushing his lips over my temple. “Then I said I planned on rounding the bases. So I’ll ask you again, what do you want?”

The moment the light bulb went off in my head, I sucked in a breath, my lips parting. “Third base.”

“Which is?”

“Your mouth on my” —I paused and swallowed hard— “clit.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” The word came out breathless.

He edged lower, leaning over to my hardened nipple again. Then he dipped down, sucked hard, and pulled his mouth off with a loud popping noise.

I gasped again.

His lips twisted into a wicked smirk. “And he steals second.” He whispered the statement like a seasoned sports announcer.

Shifting further down, a smile played on his lips as he brushed his mouth along my skin, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses along the curve inside my hipbone that made my lower belly quiver. When he moved in between my legs, he dropped his head, his breath fanning up my inner thigh. “He has third in his sights. Will no one stop him?”

My soft chuckle made him glance up. The light from the gas lamp flickered across his ruggedly beautiful face, illuminating eyes that glittered with a mixture of amusement and lust. I bit my lower lip, my chest rising on an inhale.

As his gaze locked onto mine, he lowered his mouth and swept a broadened tongue across sensitized nerves. He continued licking upward until he found my clit. The moment he flicked his tongue, I cried out.