Brutally Beautiful(70)

His lips smiled against the flesh of my thigh, wet fingers slid across smooth lips and dampened skin. “Then I can’t wait to introduce you to the rest of my body.”

Tugging him up by his hair, we heard the low murmur of voices and the shuffling of footsteps just outside the door. Bree’s voice called out my name, as Kade slipped my undies and pant leg over my ankle, softly yanking them up my leg.

“You okay?” Kade whispered against my temple.

“If I say no, will you stay in here and introduce me to your other parts?”

Chuckling, lips brushing past my ear, “Fuck, Lainey. I want to taste you coming again. Next time, I’m going to bury myself in you and I want to hear my name on your lips when you come.”

I was too stunned to realize he called out to Bree right after that, my body was still trembling and in between my thighs was a tingling throb that drummed the rhythm of Kade’s name, and my panties were damp from the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

Blinding bright light made me squeeze my eyes shut as soon as the closet door swung open. Knowing giggles flooded from Bree’s lips when she noticed how disheveled Kade and I looked, but thank God, she had the manners not to say anything. I leaned my back against the closet door, trying to adjust my eyes to the light, but my head still seemed foggy.

Dylan and Bree were explaining how they got rid of Fran; at least I think that’s what they were saying. The only sounds that reached my ears were the recollections of Kade’s heavy breathing and soft guttural moans. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to drag him back into the closet with me.

Kade’s eyes were wide, too. He looked ravaged; stunned. His eyes locked on mine and I was utterly swept up in Kade, in his eyes, drowning, drowning, not hearing or seeing anyone else in the room. I wanted to drown in him. I wanted to feel every inch of that look against my skin. I wanted to touch every last part of him. I wanted to make him call out my name.

Standing there in the office with Bree and Dylan still talking about Fran, I felt faint, surreal.

Still feeling his kiss burn against my lips, I covered them with trembling fingers. His voice, deep and husky, still echoing in my mind. Nobody ever kissed me like that, with force, with need, with f*cking power. Nobody ever paralyzed me with one single look. Some nameless undiscovered organ in my body had opened and Kade Grayson was pouring himself inside me, seeping into my flesh, my veins, my cells, taking over my body. I was torn between wanting him to and not.

This man pierced my soul with his eyes. I feared he was seeing too much in me, peeling open my skin to try to find all the secrets within. However, the truth still remained that I wanted his lips on me, I haven’t been kissed well in ages. I hadn’t felt wanted and excited about a man in forever. I knew I shouldn’t want him. He was wrong for me. He was someone I could never be real with. Shit…I’d never be able to be real with anyone for the rest of my life, would I?

Bree and Dylan ended their sentences and walked out. I wondered vaguely what was said, but I was too Kade-induced to care.

“Kade?” I walked closer to him. The only response was his eyes following me. “Kade?” I whispered. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you.” He stepped closer to me, face leaning down into mine, hovering over me, “You don’t make me crazy, you make me feel sane. Don’t ask me to stay away from you. I’ve been doing that for too many weeks now. I feel like I’ve been stealing from myself something I've been starving to have. And it’s you.” Damp sweaty hands cupped my face, “What happened in that closet is going to happen again, and again, and a-f*cking-gain, Lainey. It’s never going to end.” He pressed his cheek against mine, the stubble of his unshaven face sent prickles of heat across my skin. The hands cupping my face shifted, and slid over my breasts and down my stomach. “This, Lainey,” he growled cupping in between my thigh, squeezing hard and releasing, “is mine. And, I’m yours. All of me. Destroy me, Lainey.”