Page 79 of Long Shot

“Yeah.” He leans over and touches a finger to my bottom lip. I open and he slides his finger and the frosting inside. I suck it off, lick his finger, then gently bite down. His eyes darken. “I’d like to lick this off you.”

“That sounds . . . messy.”

“So practical.” He sighs. “I thought you liked food.”

“I do like food. I’ve just never been one to bring it into the bedroom.”

“Seriously? You’re a chef. No whipped cream? No chocolate sauce? Strawberries—”

“Jesus.”

He gives me a wicked grin, and with his shaggy, sun-bleached hair, tanned skin, and white teeth he now looks every inch the surfer dude I thought him to be when we first met. He leans over and kisses me, licking a last bit of frosting off one corner of my mouth. “I have some things to teach you.”

“Umm . . .” Maybe sex has been a bit too . . . functional in my life. Maybe I’ve missed out on the fun of it. Imagining Cade licking strawberry juice off my body makes my inner muscles squeeze. “I’m always open to learning new things.”

“Perfect. Let’s bring these pumpkin bars upstairs.”

17

CADE

“Okay, you convinced me.” Reese smiles up at me much later, her eyes hazy from her orgasm. “Cream cheese frosting is perfectly fine in the bedroom.”

I grin back at her. “Good.”

“Who cares if the sheets are sticky,” she mumbles. “So worth it.”

“Sex is messy.”

“True.” I kiss her again, lazy, wet kisses that taste of sugar, vanilla, and cream cheese. She sighs into my mouth.

I slide an arm under her and roll, pulling her with me so she’s on top.

“Oooh.” She blinks at me. “Smooth move.”

I draw her head back down to meet my mouth again, hand moving over warm skin—her smooth back, the curve of her ass, then up to cup her face. I push her hair back and our mouths separate by only a breath so I can look into her eyes. The connection draws out, sizzling hot. Flames lick over my body and a groan rumbles in my chest.

We kiss again, bodies rubbing together, hands everywhere we can reach. Her breasts press against my chest, still damp from me licking frosting off her stiff little nipples. The kisses grow harder, faster. I nip at her lip and the heat between us intensifies, becoming incendiary. My heart pounds, my skin feeling too tight, too hot.

“Need another condom.” I slap a hand onto my nightstand where I tossed a few packages earlier, the ones that Reese produced. That made me laugh.

Reese takes it from me, rips it open, then shifts off me. I watch her focus, rolling the latex down over my aching shaft with slender fingers. Lust throbs inside me. Then she moves back over me. Watching me, she reaches for my cock and lowers herself onto it.

My gaze drops to where we’re joined and I stare as my dick enters her. “Fuck, that’s good,” I groan. “Look at your pretty pussy taking my cock. So hot.” I curve my hands around her waist and hold her as she lowers her body, taking me inside. “Oh fuuuuck.” Slick heat surrounds me, gripping me, and it’s goddamn heaven.

She bends over to kiss me again, stretching out on my chest. I circle an arm around her back and kiss her again, hot and hungry. Then she buries her face in the pillow beside my head and slides an arm beneath my neck as she moves on me, hips lifting up and down.

Sensation shoots through me, exquisite pleasure at the slick pull of her body on me.

I lift a hand up into her hair and cup her head, my other hand going down to the swell of one firm ass cheek, holding it as it rises and falls, her body rolling against mine. She pants near my ear and lets out a soft moan.

“That’s so good . . . fuck.” Electricity sizzles through my body, tightening every muscle. I lift my hips to meet hers, thrusting up deeper inside her, making her gasp. My fingers tighten in her hair and tug, and she whimpers. “Okay, babe?”

“Mmm. I like that.”

“Good.” I give another pull. Her breath hitches and her pussy squeezes me. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

Then I let go of her hair and grasp both her ass cheeks to help her move on me, pulling on the resilient flesh as she lifts, quickening the pace. I slide one hand between her cheeks, my middle finger brushing over the puckered entrance there. She gasps, her face turning into my neck, her lips finding my skin.

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