Page 32 of The Heartbreak Blitz

“I know that, which is why I’m in your bed right now.”

“I don’t do this,” I reinforce. His hand lifts my thigh gently, propping my leg up against his. He sneaks his hand through the opening of my sleep shorts, his fingers tracing the line of my panties. “Cade.”

He kisses my shoulder. “Make your own memories, Sunshine.”

I nearly pass out. How did he know the exact words to say? I shift my hips toward him, nudging his hand to explore me further. He slips a finger underneath my panties, and I suck in a breath when he runs the pad up and down my slit.

“I can’t think straight,” I state, voice shaking.

“I can do the thinking for the both of us.”

He sits up, pulling me against him, his cock grazing my ass again, but he has better leverage with his finger as he finds the bundle of nerves in tiny, swirling movements.

I widen my legs for him, my whole body shaking.

“Open your eyes.”

I shake my head.

He leaves my clit, and I almost groan out in frustration, but he places his hand lower, finding my hole. His finger rims my entrance, pushing in only to pull out again.

“Cade!”

“Look at me.”

He pushes all the way inside, and I moan, long and hard. He stays there until I start to shift against him.

“Look at me, Sunshine.”

“What if it breaks the illusion? What if I overthink things?”

“Charley, I’m going to make you come this morning, but I really want to see your beautiful eyes when I do it.”

Slowly, my lids flutter open. I’m rewarded with a drag and pull as he strokes my channel. I turn my head, catching his gaze.

“Fuck,” he groans. He picks up the pace, bringing me close to the edge. Just when I think I might explode, he ventures to my clit again, rubbing the pad of his thumb over me in short, tight circles.

I’m mesmerized by the ticking of his jaw, by the earnest look in his eyes. I rub my ass against his dick, and a vein pops in his neck. “I thought about you all night. If I didn’t think you’d hear me, I would’ve jacked off.”

His hips work in tandem with his finger until I’m nothing but a vessel for stimulation. It’s hard to keep my gaze on him when the most ridiculous sounds come out of my mouth. Need. Want. Pleasure.

He kisses my shoulder. “Let go.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“I’m safe. I promise.”

His raw gaze makes me believe him. My lids flutter closed in the most vulnerable way.

“Let go,” he says again.

At his command, my body submits fully to his touch.

“That’s it, Sunshine.”

My moans get louder, more insistent. My cares fall away. “Cade, please.”

“You’ll get there. Enjoy it.”

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