Page 64 of Long Shot

“Because you wanted to help.”

“Yes. But also selfish reasons. I love cooking.”

“Yeah. You’ve said that before.”

“And . . . and I felt I needed to get back into it. I felt like it was something I had to do. And this was the right time. And the right place.”

“I’m glad.”

We share a slow smile. Heat and awareness pulse between us. A flood of longing slides through me, liquid heat, settling in my core.

Cade’s hand slides up my back, into my hair, and cups the back of my head. With his eyelids lowering, he slowly pulls my face closer. I feel his breath on my lips, my skin tingling everywhere, my mouth craving the feel of his mouth. My lips part, my own eyes drift closed and then his mouth brushes over mine.

His tongue lingers on my bottom lip and my breath seizes in my lungs as heat rushes through me. He slides an arm beneath my shoulders, easing me to my back, and he kisses me again, long, slow, wet kisses. He doesn’t push hard, and I sense he’s giving me a chance to say no. My heart tilts. With a needy little moan, I kiss him back with everything I have. I want this. So much.

He groans, his free hand roaming over my body . . . my hip, my waist, then up between my breasts. My short, stretchy dress is scrunched around my hips and I lift a leg to his hip so that his big thigh presses right where I need it.

“Christ, Reese.” He kisses my cheek, my jaw. “Want you so bad.”

“Me, too. God. I know we shouldn’t but I can’t . . . I need you.”

“Mmm.” He nudges his thigh against my pussy. “Here?”

“Yes. There. Everywhere.”

His fingers curl into the neckline of my dress and tug it down, exposing the black lace demi-cup of my bra. He covers my breast and squeezes as he kisses me again, this time harder, insistent.

I roll my hips against his thigh, feeling the dampness of my panties. I ache there, with a throbbing heat. Pushing my breast into his hand, I stroke his tongue with mine as his kisses deepen even more.

Breathless, excited, wound up, I rub against him. His erection presses against my hip, a hot bulge that I yearn to explore.

“Dress needs to come off.” He pulls back and tugs me up to sitting. He grabs the crumpled dress and yanks it up and over my head. I reach behind my back to unfasten my bra and toss it to the floor. He studies me with avid eyes, then lays his palm between my breasts and gently urges me back down. His gaze roves over my chest. My nipples are hard, my breasts full and heavy, longing for his touch.

“Fucking beautiful, Reese.” He bends and cups one breast, plumping it for his mouth, and takes my nipple between his lips. The tugging sensation reaches all the way between my legs.

“Oh, God.” I grab onto his shoulders, pressing my pussy into his thigh again, arching my back as he sucks and licks at the tender tips of my breasts, then draws a nipple deep and pulls hard, lifting his head. I gasp at the sharp sensation, my back arching. Slowly, he releases my flesh, staring down at the stiff, throbbing peak.

“Like that?” He meets my eyes and my body dissolved around me.

“Yes. God, yes.”

He touches his mouth to mine, and I cup his face. His hand moves down my body, between my legs, palming me over my panties. “You’re wet.”

“Oh, yeah.”

His fingers yank at my thong, pulling the flimsy fabric aside to slip through my wet slit. “Ah, damn, babe.” He stares into my eyes as he fingers me where I’m slick and smooth, both of us breathing fast and hard, mouths a breath apart. “So fucking wet. You want this, too . . .”

“I do.” I want no doubt between us.

“My dick is gonna burst. Jesus.” He lowers his head to my breasts again, feasting on both of them, big, blunt fingers sliding over me, through me, then . . . oh, God . . . inside me. I shiver with excitement, sensation rippling through me.

He kisses me again, hard, fast, his touch becoming more frantic, then we both take hold of my panties, him on one side, me on the other. I pull my knees to my chest and we tug the panties down and off. Then Cade does the same with his underwear.

I don’t get much of a chance to study him, getting only a quick impression of thick length jutting from a thatch of dark gold hair. His hand goes to my pussy again, now unfettered by lingerie, and I lift my head from the pillow to seek out his mouth with mine, holding on to his face.

“Need a condom,” he rasps against my lips. “Sorry.”

“Oh, shit. Yeah. Don’t apologize.” I fall back to the mattress, sucking in air, my entire body pulsing with need as he rolls off the bed, rummages in the jeans he’d been wearing and suits up. It takes seconds, but it’s too long.

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