Heartless: A Small Town Single Dad Romance(77)

“Same,” I reply, like an idiot who doesn’t want to throw herself across the hot tub and say, Actually, I think I’m falling for you! Hehehe.

He stares at me, but like, into me. He stares at me like he really knows me, like he could pull out all my deepest, darkest secrets and insecurities. I almost giggle because in a lot of ways he already has.

I wonder if he can tell that I’m losing control where he’s concerned.

I decide I don’t care, so I widen my legs and pull my bathing suit to the side, baring myself to him, smiling when his eyes flare in perfect time with his nostrils.

“You were so jealous that night,” I say. “So angry. Not at me, I could tell that much. But at yourself for wanting me. And I couldn’t wait to watch you come undone.”

I swipe a finger through my lips, feeling the slippery wetness between them just from having Cade’s eyes on me.

“I was too rough,” he says, licking his lips, but he doesn’t look sorry.

“And I liked it. No. I loved it.” I press lightly on my clit, teasing myself for him, letting him watch.

“Your hands in my hair.” He groans as I prop one foot up on the edge, feeling more and more bold.

More and more turned on by the way he’s looking at me. “Your cock in my mouth. Hard boards biting at my knees.”

I tease my slit again, dipping a finger in but only to the first knuckle. “The way the muscles in your legs flexed beneath my hands. I felt like a goddess. And the fact that anyone could have walked up and seen us together? I loved it.”

His jaw pops under the strain of holding himself back. I can see the muscles in his forearms rippling as he rubs his hands together. It’s like he just needs something to do with them that isn’t ripping this hot tub apart to get to me.

“You wanted everyone to know that mouth is mine, Red?”

I nod. His throat bobs. “You looked like a goddess too. You always do. You should see yourself right now. All that pretty copper hair stuck to your shoulders.” His eyes trail over me. “Tits out and heaving. Begging to be fucked.” His gaze moves down over my torso. “Flimsy bathing suit all bunched up, proving how fucking useless it is at hiding your body.”

His eyes flare when they land between my legs, where my fingers are still swiping lightly over my pussy. “That cocktease of a tight little cunt all out on display for me. Begging. Just like every other inch of your body.”

A whimper spills from my lips and heat rushes out through every limb. I feel like I could turn to putty for him and his filthy words. Crass words that are reverent at the same time. So full of admiration. Possession.

“Stop fucking around and show me how pretty you look with your fingers shoved inside, baby.”

His voice sounds strangled as he moves his eyes to mine. There’s something on his face I can’t quite place. A vulnerability that pops up only now and then.

A look that says he needs me as badly as I need him. In one smooth movement, I slide one finger in, then two. But he doesn’t watch between my legs, his eyes stay on my face. A blush rushes over my cheeks.

This should feel dirty, a bit playful, but it feels like worship and he’s not even touching me.

“Has anybody ever told you how incredible you are, Willa?” I swallow. “How fun? How smart?

How goddamn witty?”

Fuck. His words are like a baseball bat to the chest. Totally out of left field.

My lips pop open, and only a small squeaking sound comes out. I try to cover by saying, “What about pretty? I get that a lot.” Because I’m not sure incredible has ever really happened.

He shakes his head before stepping into the hot tub, still wearing those lounge pants that skim his body so deliciously.

He drops into the water, toned arms gliding him across to me in one smooth movement. “You’re still weari—”

“No. Pretty girls don’t make me feel like this.” His hand wraps around my calf while the other comes to hold my hand between my legs. He takes control of that hand, making me pump in and out of myself a couple of times.

“Like what?” I breathe, head tilted down, eyes fixed on the man submerged between my legs.

“Totally out of control.”

And then he drops his mouth to me. My head tips back, and he makes me feel totally out of control too.

He sucks at my clit. Licks at my lips. Hums like he loves the taste. All while still working my hand with his.

“Keep going, baby,” is all he says when he draws his hand away to grip my thigh.

My legs end up wrapped around his neck, one hand propped on the deck while Cade Eaton lays me out and makes a meal of me.

It’s the corded muscles in his back, the sight of wet fabric beneath the water—proof that he couldn’t hold himself back even a second longer—that has me barreling quickly toward that cliff.

The same one he’s been pushing me off for about the last twenty-four hours.

The one he’s always at the bottom of to catch me when I fall.

And fall I do.

With my fingers thrusting in and out easily, and his expert tongue working me, I bite out, “Cade!

Fuck!” All that tingly pressure inside me explodes. Down my inner thighs. Up my spine.

Straight to my heart.

His hands are all over me, pulling me into the water, sliding over me possessively. My ass, my ribs, fingers trailing up the column of my spine, until he holds me close and whispers in my ear,