When the Heart Falls(87)

I giggle as his fingers glide over my ribs, tickling me. “I think that can be arranged. When were you thinking you’d like to do engage in this… research?”

My breathing deepens, ribs finally expanding as he pulls the straps of my dress off my shoulders and inches it down my body.

Another kiss lands on my left shoulder, then my right. “How about tonight? Unless you’re too tired?”

When the dress is pulled off completely, his hands grip my lower back, moving over the curve of my hips, then over my butt, fingers dipping between my thighs as he continues his massage.

A tightness forms in the base of my abdomen, desire building. I twist back over to face him. “Never too tired for you. But you are entirely too clothed.”

Undressing him is pure pleasure, feeling his muscles flex under my hands, his body warm and hard.

I’m still in my bra and panties when he uses two of my scarves to tie my wrists to the bedposts. They aren’t tight, and if I wanted to I could probably slip out of them, but I don’t want to. Instead, I lift my head as he wraps a black scarf around my eyes, securing it so that I can’t see.

I brace myself for residual panic, for long dealt with emotions to resurface, but they don’t. I’m truly free of that and can relax my body and enjoy the trust I have with Cade, the safety in knowing everything he does is for our mutual pleasure.

Sightless, unable to touch him, I’m at his mercy as I wait for the next sensation, wondering what he’ll do now that he has me where he wants me.

It’s a delicious feeling, these unexpected touches, as his hands explore my body. Something light and soft trails inside my thighs. A feather, though I have no idea where he got one. I try to remember if a feather was in my book, but I don’t really care, can’t think past the sensations of Cade’s attention on me.

My skin shivers, body craving each touch.

His lips graze my breasts, through my bra, sending a delightful pulse of electricity through my body. My nipples are hard and pressed against the silk, as his tongue flicks them, taking turns with each one before he uses his teeth to tease.

Arching my body, I moan, spreading my legs wider.

He’s pressed between them, rubbing himself against my core as jolts of pleasure fill me.

Then his mouth drops, tongue burning a trail down my belly toward my center, lapping me through the silk panties.

Such a tease, it’s not enough. I beg for more.

He pulls the panties off me, air cooling the heat between my legs as he spreads them wider. I feel his breath against the tender flesh, teasing without touching.

I’m about to break, to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, when his tongue dips into me and my world spins.

It doesn’t take long to send me over the edge, his tongue and fingers working me until I collapse from the build up, but he doesn’t stop there.

He presses himself against the wet, swollen slit of flesh, pushing into me as he plays with my breasts. Filling me, so large, so deep, so perfect.

I’m bound through it all, only able to use my legs to pull him in to me, thrusting my hips to increase the pace until he’s slamming harder, faster, deeper.

When he explodes, I join him, body clenching and pulsing, lost in him, lost in the darkness and delight of our lovemaking.

The moment my hands are free, I wrap them around him, gazing into his deep blue eyes, lost in them like an ocean.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I dream of the next night, Cade’s chance to shine.

Tomorrow, I will finally tell him my very last secret.





CADE SAVAGE





CHAPTER 48





I'M MORE NERVOUS tonight than I thought I would be. This whole week has been a flurry of parties and formal gatherings. I’ve loved seeing Winter get the attention she deserves, but I’ll be happy when we get back to our boring, simple life of walks in the park and long kisses and nights spent making love instead of squeezing into tuxes and dresses.

Tonight I find out if I won the architecture contest and paid internship. I used to think that such moments defined my life, but I’ve learned from Winter that the only person responsible for my fate is me. Still, this would be a huge honor and a major step forward for my career.

When Winter comes in, dressed in an ice blue gown that brings out her eyes, I have to resist the urge to tear it off and throw her on the bed.

She slides her finger up my chest and wraps her hand around my neck, pulling me down until I’m close enough to kiss her.

My pants tighten in response, and she rubs her body against my hard on. I moan into her mouth. “Keep that up and we’ll miss the award ceremony. Not that I would complain.”

She steps back. “Nope. We’re going. I just wanted to give you a little taste of what you would get later tonight.”

I reach around her hips and pull her to me. “Mmm, well, that’s better than any stupid award.”

“Nothing says you can’t have both. Now, let’s go. It’s about to start.”

We don’t need much time since we have a suite in the hotel where the ceremony is being held—we learned it’s the easiest way to handle these events—so she slips her heels on and checks her lipstick.

There’s a knock at the door, and I cross the room to answer it, thinking it’s housekeeping.