Page 13 of Kade

That stopped her tirade like nothing else could. “I love you too.”

He pulled her head down and kissed her so gently, it stole her breath. “You’re fucking perfect, Angel, you know that?”

Instead of answering, she kissed him again. She was terrified about tomorrow, but she couldn’t control what tomorrow would bring. This? Tonight? She could show him how much she loved him. Angel had a feeling her husband needed this as much as she did.

He deepened the kiss, and that fire caught in her belly, flaming outward, the heat consuming every cell in her body. She let herself get lost in the fire, not caring that Jasper could probably hear them. Kade rolled her, and she groaned when he sat up, straddling her.

“Fucking flannel, Angel?” He quirked an eyebrow as he leaned down and started to pop one button at a time on the top. Each flick revealed more and more, the cool air of the ceiling fan stroking her heated flesh.

She laughed at his expression. “You know you like my flannel. Admit it, Kincaid.”

“Mmm hmmm…” He leaned down and licked the exposed skin between her breasts, sending shivers racing through her. The sensation of his wet tongue against her skin pulled a moan from deep within her. He pushed her shirt to the side, revealing her nipples, which were already begging for attention. He blew across the exposed tip, and she arched up, enticing his lips to taste it. He only chuckled and sat up, popping more buttons.

“Kade.” God, did she really sound that whiny?

“Shush.” He shimmied down her legs and gripped the edges of her pajama bottoms. “I’m busy.” Then he jerked the material, pulling her panties down with them. She let out a hiss, not expecting the harsh movement when he’d teased her just a few seconds before. It didn’t frighten her but made the fires flash hotter under her skin.

He flipped her, pulling her up, so her knees were positioned on the bed, baring her ass to his gaze. “Don’t move.”

Angel twisted her head and watched him walk into the bathroom. What the hell was he up to? When he came back a few minutes later, he was whistling. Whistling. Her eyes narrowed. He looked far too pleased with himself.

He set the towel he carried on the bed behind her. He had to go and put it out of her field of vision, didn’t he? The sound of his pants dropping distracted her enough to bring her gaze back to his now very naked body. Kade stripped bare had always done her in. Tonight was no different. His muscles rippled as he moved, and her mouth watered, visions of running her tongue along those very tight abs…

He slapped her ass, and she yelped. Glaring, she opened her mouth to yell, but he put a finger to her lips. “You were zoning out, Angel girl. None of that.”

Holy hell, the expression on his face as he gazed down at her. If she could bottle it, women would never leave the comfort of their bedrooms and their toys. The man was pure sin.

He grinned wolfishly and slid onto the bed behind her, his hands gripping her cheeks and massaging them. He worked each muscle until she sighed with satisfaction. His hands were liquid sex.

“You’re leaking, Angel.”

She already knew that. She’d been leaking since he stripped.

He slid two fingers inside her, and she clenched them tight, her walls refusing to give them up. Fuck, she needed…

He pulled them out and slammed them high and hard inside her.

That. That was what she needed. She sagged against the bed, her thighs vibrating with tension. When he did it again, she couldn’t stop the cry it forced out of her.

“Jasper…he’s in…”

“Fuck Jasper.” Kade leaned down and swiped at the liquid seeping around his fingers with his tongue. “Let him listen.”

He didn’t give her time to respond because he set up a hard, steady rhythm with his fingers, pulling sounds out of her she didn’t know she could make.

Kade took pleasure in watching her come apart around his fingers, listening to her cries. He was so hard it was a physical pain, but he refused to rush this. He had plans that were going to blow both their minds.

His phone rang, the sound muffled. He glanced at his pants then at his woman. The phone could wait. She was close. He could feel it in the tightening of her muscles. He didn’t want her coming on his fingers though. He just needed his fingers soaking wet.

He pulled his fingers out and slid inside her in the next second, slamming into her. Her back arched off the mattress, and he pushed her back down with one hand, riding her. She pushed against him, pleading incoherently for release, but he refused. He kept up a slow, hard rhythm. Sweat rolled off his skin, mixing with hers. Using his free hand, he parted her ass cheeks and ran his middle finger over her anus. Angel bucked harder beneath him.

“Easy,moye serdste.” He slid his middle finger in knuckle deep, and the guttural scream that ripped out of her as she came all over him gave him a sense of pride like nothing else. He kept up the steady pumping while mirroring the motion with his finger in her ass until she collapsed beneath him, spent. He chuckled at the boneless feel of her as he draped his body over hers, still buried deep inside.

“You’re going to kill me.” The strangled whisper barely reached his ears.

They both stilled at the loud knock on the door. Watkins was going to fucking die. “What?”

“Dylan’s here and wants to speak with you.”

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