Page 55 of Cold Foot Curse

His lips moved against hers, and she melted slightly, leaning into it as her eyes closed.

A soft moan escaped him as he shoved the console up between them and pulled her across the bench seat and crushed her against him.

She shouldn’t do this. She shouldn’t kiss him like this. It was against the rules. She was only to have empty affection for always, and pair with a friend, but God, this felt so good. His hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer, his other clutching the fabric of her shirt at her waist like he couldn’t get enough of her, and nothing had ever felt like this kiss.

Riding on the high of tonight, she allowed him to pull her into his lap and hugged his neck tighter as he moved the entire seat back to make more room.

She needed to stop them, but when she tried to pull away, her body didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned into him more, melting against his chest completely.

Kade thrust his tongue into her mouth and there was no stopping anything now that she was tasting him like this. She wanted more and more and more and more…

She needed it.

She needed everything.

Frantic, she climbed over his lap, straddling his hips, and pushed his shirt up his chest and he separated from the kiss just long enough to peel the thin fabric from his body. His abs were perfect, and his chest defined, and his arms were so powerful around her as he consumed her again. His hands were everywhere as he explored her body, gripping her curves, cupping her neck, slipping his hands up her tank top. Her touch stayed frantic as she slid her hands over the curves of his muscles, committing his body to memory. She coveted every inch of him. Never in her life had she seen a man this perfect. His skin was warm under her touch, and as she slid her fingertips to the button of his jeans, he stopped holding back.

Kade pushed her tank top over her head and let off a sexy sound as his eyes dipped to her lace bra. He unfastened it and pulled it off her arms, then leaned back and moaned as he slipped his hands up her rib cage to cup her breasts. His massage felt so good, she grabbed his wrists and threw her head back, closed her eyes and uttered his name. She could feel how ready he was. She was already so wet. Just the thought of his big, hard dick sliding slowly into her turned her on. Jess rolled her hips against him, and he threw his head back against the head rest and rolled his eyes closed. “I want it,” he whispered in a gritty, sexy voice.

And oh, to be wanted by a man like him. To be wanted after everything she’d been through. To be wanted after the constant drowning waterfall of insecurities that had plagued her since the accident.

She was scarred, and her animal barely existed, but Kade—strong, steady, powerful Kade—he wanted her.

Jess had never wanted anyone like this either.

She leaned forward and whispered against his ear. “I am desperate to have you inside of me. I want it deep.”

His hand slipped gently around her throat, and he kissed her, then released her and pushed his jeans down his hips, unsheathing his thick cock.

All logical thought left her. There were no problems, or questions here in the quiet of his truck. The world outside of this connection with him had simply ceased to exist.

He’d pushed the bench seat back to make room, but it was still tight as she pushed her leggings and panties down her thighs. Kade was smooth about helping. He pulled off her heals with one hand and yanked the leggings from her ankles, and then she was straddling him again, pressing her wet pussy right over the hard length of him. She rolled her hips, sliding against him, and he adjusted his hips and relaxed back against the seat. His hands were on her hips as she rolled against him again, and his fingertips dug gently into her skin there. She loved this. She loved that she was in control, but that he could tell her the pace he liked with the pressure of his fingertips.

He pulled her against him, and her breasts pressed against the strong planes of his chest. He looked down at where they touched, and she could tell he liked seeing her tits smashed against him like this. His eyes were blazing a frost blue now, and he looked wild with hunger as she rolled against him again.

Kade moved his hips slightly and pulled at her waist until her entrance was settled right over the swollen tip of his cock. “You want it deep?” he rumbled against her ear.

“Yes,” she said, pleading in her voice.

He dipped her down onto him just a little, then pulled her back off.

“Please,” she begged.

Kade drove into her deeper, deeper, deeper until she cried out with how good the stretch felt. He pumped into her shallowly, moving his hips so smoothly, hitting her just right like he already knew exactly what she needed.

“Kade?” she said mindlessly.

“You want more?”

“I need it,” she rasped out desperately. She was so close! God, how could anything feel this good?

She slid up and down him, up and down, faster now. Kade gritted his teeth and his grip on her waist got tighter as he pulled her down on him faster, faster. She could hear the slap of her ass against his thighs, and her tits were bouncing with every deep penetration, and fuck! “Kade, I’m coming!”

He gritted out her name and pulled her against his chest as he bucked deep into her, hitting her just perfect. Her body broke around him. He absolutely shattered her. No thoughts filled her mind except for the primal need to keep dragging out that pulsing pleasure that was consuming her. He slammed into her hard, and hesitated for just a few moments, and she could feel it so easily—the spurts of warmth splashing into her as her orgasm dragged on and on. He thrust into her slower, pulsing his pleasure with her, and only when both of their releases were through did they relax against each other in sated relief.

“Holy shit. Holy shit,” she chanted in a whisper.

His arms were around her now, and his strong hands were massaging her back as he laid gentle kisses on the top of her head. She just laid like this, feeling drunk with his affection. There was a throbbing sensation in her head, but it didn’t hurt. Perhaps it was his racing heart. She smiled and pressed her hand onto his chest, but the drum in her head didn’t match his heartbeat. It must’ve been her heartbeat she was feeling.

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