Page 65 of Long Shot

Back beside me, he resumes the position, on his side next to me, one arm beneath my shoulders, and he kisses me. He pushes my thigh up, then finds his cock and guides it to my entrance. I gasp as he penetrates me.

His jaw clenches; a groan rumbles in his chest. “So tight. I’ll be careful . . . but man, I’m right on the edge here.”

“I know. I know. Me, too.” I pant against his lips. “Please, please. Fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah.” He pushes in deeper, and a pinching burn spreads. But it’s okay . . . I want him inside me. All the way.

“Yes.” My hands move over his shoulders, so big and strong, his skin hot and sleek. “Do it.”

His entire body tenses and vibrates and then he’s in me. My body lifts, our faces nose to nose, my hand on his cheek, sensation flooding me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. The intense pressure of his throbbing cock inside me has pleasure sparking, then building. This is intense . . . intimate. Almost overwhelming. And beautiful.

He brushes wet fingertips over my clit. Sensation jolts through me and a soft cry falls from my lips. His hand slides into my hair, gripping a handful as my body tightens and quivers, his fingers rubbing my clit in small circles. His thick cock slides in and out, gliding over sensitive inner nerves while his agile fingers play with my clit. Heat spirals, twisting up tight . . . tighter . . . oh, God . . . my body contracts hard as I come, undulating as wave after wave of pleasure ripple through me. I can’t stop the noises that spill from my mouth until Cade captures them with his, sealing his lips over mine, his fingers still clenching my hair.

Without withdrawing from me, he rolls me to my side so we’re spooning again, so he’s fucking me from behind. He bands his bottom arm around me and over my chest, his other hand squeezing my breast as he pumps into me in fast strokes. “Fucking hot,” he breathes near my ear. “Tight, hot pussy . . . squeezing me. Loved making you come like that all over my cock.”

I can’t speak, can only make strangled little noises as he drives into me again and again. He holds me tight against him and I push my ass back into his thrusts.

“There it is,” he grinds out. “Holy hell . . . Reese . . .” His body tightens, and he drives into me one last time with a raw, rough sound. He pulses inside me, holding me firmly, and my pussy quivers happily, maybe the same orgasm or maybe another smaller one.

My heart thuds, my ears buzz, and my mind is a jumbled mess. I fight for air.

He kisses my cheek, and I turn my face instinctively toward him. Our mouths meet and cling.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groans. “I’m sorry.”

Ah, hell. Those are some of the last words you ever want to hear after sex.

14

CADE

I feel Reese’s body tense against me and the change in the air around us to flat and cool. “What?”

“What what?” she asks stiffly, trying to push away from me.

I hold on to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Clearly this was a mistake.”

“Why . . . aw fuck, no. I wasn’t apologizing for having sex with you.” I wish I could see her face.

“Then what were you apologizing for?”

I kiss her shoulder. “For being a minuteman. A two-pump chump.”

She makes a strangled noise. “Oh. Well, that’s a little exaggerated.”

“Seriously. I can do way better than that. We barely had any foreplay.”

Her body softens back into mine. “Oh, Cade.”

“I’ll show you,” I promise. “Just give me a few minutes.”

The atmosphere lightens. I hate to pull out, but I need to see her. Reluctantly, holding the rubber in place, I withdraw. Damn. She’s exquisite.

“Be right back.” I roll off the bed and make a quick trip to her bathroom to get rid of the prophylactic, then climb back in with her. I pull her to her side, so we lay facing each other. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

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