Page 47 of The Heartbreak Blitz

I work my hands up to her breasts again. I haven’t been able to get the picture of her perfect pink nipple out of my mind. The hard peak tantalizing while she watched me on the bed.

I rub her over the cup of her bra, my thumb fanning across her nipple until it hardens. Then I take both palms and squeeze her, plucking at her tight buds through the satin fabric. She has more than a handful hidden underneath her clothes. I’m not ashamed to admit that the thought of being the only one who’s touched her here thrills me beyond explanation.

I unclip her bra from behind, moving my hands to her front again but not touching her where she wants me. Instead, I let her get used to the idea that they’re there. She starts to wiggle while I caress her ribs. I want her more excited than scared whenI finally touch her skin to skin. “Is this okay?” I ask, my thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.

She nods, and I move up, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

She squirms again, her hips lifting into the air and meeting with nothing.

Her breaths deepen.

While I still cup her left breast, I reach my right hand down, skimming under the waistband of her jeans. Her hips move against me.

“I’m a little caught up. Want to unzip your pants for me?”

Beneath my hand, her heart jackhammers in her chest. With shaking fingers, she unbuttons her jeans and lowers the zipper.

“Pull them past your knees?”

She lifts her hips, and I follow, slipping my finger between her folds while she shimmies out of her pants.

“Cade,” she starts.

She’s wet. God, is she wet.

I moan into her neck. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Me? You…You make me feel so good.”

“Let me know what you like. Okay? No embarrassment.”

“Easy for you to say—” She ends on a moan as I rub a circle into her clit. Soft sighs echo around the room. Music to my ears, fueling my movements.

I drag her juices across her belly before playing with her tits again. “Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”

I circle her nipple, then stroke her tight peaks.

“Maybe this?” I ask, plucking at them.

“Cade, yes. That.”

“You can do this at home. When you’re thinking of me. And only when you’re thinking of me.” I blow a breath against her ear. “Practice while I touch your pussy.”

I widen her legs, holding on to her left thigh while I pass a finger between her slick folds. Her hands come up to her breasts, tugging and playing. Her mouth opens in ecstasy, her lids fluttering closed. I find her entrance, pushing inside, and a moan escapes her lips.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me.”

“It’s s-so good,” she breathes out. I start a steady rhythm, my free hand coming up to rub circles into her clit.

“Too much,” she gasps.

“Relax,” I soothe. ”It’s supposed to feel like this. Overwhelming and desperate.”

Beneath her, I’m hard as a rock. I want to fuck her so badly. Bury myself into her depths. Possess her.

Sex with others was always fun, but this is something more. Needier.

“Cade,” she says, a warning in her voice.

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