Page 44 of Kade

“How are you feeling?” He nuzzled his nose in her hair. “I saw you wincing a little in the car. Did the music cause a headache?”

“I do have a headache, but I’m hoping I can take some Tylenol and knock it out.” She breathed in the briny air and let out a little sigh of pleasure. “I’ve missed Miami more than I realized.”

“It’ll always be home to you.” Kade turned her to face him. “You grew up here.”

“Home is wherever you are.” She leaned up on her toes so she could kiss him. “You’re my home, Kincaid. Now and always.”

“Someone sounds like they’ve been binging on Hallmark Channel movies.” He leaned down and captured her lips. The instant heat that spread from her belly to her fingertips never failed to amaze her.

“Don’t mock the Hallmark romances. Lily said her agent is pitching her book to them.” She licked his bottom lip, something that drove him crazy. “I was simply doing my due diligence so I can give her my opinion if it’s a good fit for her or not.”

“I would agree if I didn’t know you secretly loved those movies and use any excuse to watch them.” Kade pulled her with him to the large patio chair. He’d been watching her closely all day, looking for signs of stress. He was worried she wouldn’t tell him if the concussion symptoms got to be too much for her.

“It’s true. Who doesn’t like to watch movies where true love wins out?”

Kade pulled her into his lap and nibbled at the base of her throat. Her smell, a combination of cinnamon and apples, was heady. He’d been hard since the night before but controlled himself. His woman needed rest more than a ravishing, but having her pressed against his erection was almost more than he could bear.

“Didn’t you promise me a finger fucking?” Angel whispered into his ear, and he groaned.

“You are not making resisting my urges easy.”

“Why would you resist them?” She bit his ear, and he shuddered.

“Your concussion…”

“Isn’t going to kill me.”

He groaned when her fingers found him. “Angel, now is not the time…” His breath hissed out when her fingers dug into his slacks, gripping him tight. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Now is the perfect time.” She bit his bottom lip. “If we sit here and just think about what’s going on right now, we’ll drive ourselves crazy. We need to distract each other.”

Kade wanted to tell her no, but she was right. All the different scenarios had been running through his head as soon as he’d left the precinct. They would go insane if all they did was sit here and agonize over the what-ifs. He tried to stand, but she shook her head.

“No. I want to smell the ocean, Kade.”

He tensed. Any number of people could see them, including his brother. “Moye serdste…”

“Hush.” She put a finger to his lips. “No more Mr. Prude today.”

He hated when she called him that. Public sex wasn’t his thing, and this was as public as public could get. Anyone could see them if they looked up from the beach. Kade was so distracted, he didn’t notice she’d popped the button on his pants and unzipped them until her fingers wrapped around him.

“We’re all about finger fucking today.” She grinned and pulled him free of his pants. The zipper bit into his balls, but it didn’t matter. The feel of her fingers stroking him more than made up for the discomfort.

“I think I was…” He hissed when she tugged on his tip while rubbing her thumb across the head of it.

“You were supposed to what?” Her lips made a path of wet kisses along his jaw. He usually tormented her like this. Leave it to his girl to reverse roles. Now he understood her frustration at the light touch. It was driving him insane.

“Finger fuck you.”

“We can get to that later tonight.” Her fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of his cock. He shuddered. “Right now, I want to play. So sit back, shut the fuck up, and enjoy the moment.”

As uncomfortable as he was out in the open, he couldn’t bring himself to move. Her fingers were like magic, pulling pleasure and pain from him in equal parts. What he wanted was her lips wrapped around him, but she denied him. Damn finger fucking.

Another long and loud groan escaped when she gripped his balls while she stroked her hand up and down the length of him. She teased them unmercifully, and he tried to buck up, but the way she was straddling him prevented it. He was trapped, unable to do anything but accept whatever she gave him.

Torment, heaven, the need to come came and went over the next hour while she toyed with him. Whenever he came close to coming, she would slow down or remove her hand altogether. He didn’t know whether to worship at her feet or throw in her a jail cell for inhumane treatment. God, but he loved her even when he hated her.

“Are you ready, baby?” Her sultry words sent a surge of blood through his cock, and he stiffened, his need to come overpowering every sensation he had.

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