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She nodded, her eyes half closed as she followed me up the stairs, her hand clasped in mine. I’d have to repeat that to her tomorrow, but that was okay. I’d take whatever time she needed. Cadance Webster was my glitter bomb and making her smile was my mission.
Maybe tonight we could catch a little shut eye, too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CADANCE
My breath matched the bear who slept beneath me. Not a bare bear, because this one slept in shorts, though I apparently opted to drift off naked. I peeked open an eye and found myself in a bedroom I didn't know, the haze before dawn still hanging over the room, even though the curtains weren’t drawn.
“It’s my room, glitter bomb.” Elijah stroked my hair down my back. The curls had no doubt fallen out long ago. Actually they felt a bit damp. I pressed a hand to my head and came up with the sensation of a frizzy mess. “What did we do–”
Elijah’s chest rumbled beneath me. “I washed your hair last night, afterward.”
“You did?” I didn’t remember that. Mind, I didn't remember much after several orgasms of the mind blowing variety. I certainly didn’t remember ending up in his bed in his house…I only remembered the kitchen and his mouth on me, sucking sugar from my body and ….
Oh God, can that man do things with his tongue.
My cheeks blazed as I hid my head against his chest. A small moan left my lips as heat rushed across my chest and pooled between my thighs.
Elijah laughed again, rolling us. His knees spread my legs wide, and he slid inside me, eased by that fresh wave of heat that slicked the deeper places between my thighs. I moaned, clawing his chest from pure pleasure. Everything was celebrated with him. Taste, sensation, heat…it was like an oven turned up to ten in every sense.
My moan turned into a whine as he withdrew, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me. I blinked up at him, bereft. A moment before I couldn’t remember half of last night. Now, I needed him to fill me, be back inside me more than anything in this world.
“Beg,” he grated, staring down at me with the same possession in his eyes as he had that first night he’d kissed me. “I want to hear you, Cadance.”
I’d played games like this before, with another man, but then they’d been perfunctory. Because back then, I'd felt a sense of duty. With Elijah, a thrill raced through me at the way he looked down at me like it was the most fascinating and precious creature he’d ever seen.
I also had the impression that if I didn't do as he asked, he’d pull away and leave me with a cheeky slap on the rump, just for giggles. That was the flip side of this man. His crazy matched mine, and I loved that about him.
My breath caught in my throat.What the hell? A few days ago I was perving on him. Now I was falling for the pastry chef who made cute animal shapes? Mind, with a tongue like that…
But it was more than his tongue the way he looked at me, held me… Elijah Campise was the sort of man I knew I’d fall for hard and fast. Hell, if I admitted it to myself, I was already halfway there. He put me before his own needs more than oncealready and it had been a long, long time since anyone else had done that.
The last time I trusted someone, he drove everyone else in my life away, leaving me on an island with just him. I was okay with that…. until I realized that island was a prison and he was my warden in the sort of hell I had never signed up for.
Elijah…. Was nothing like that. Not from the parts of himself he’d shown me, and not from what I’d heard about him around town. The man who came in and gave people pure happiness with his art and cooking. Who helped out with rescue horses.
Who helped me.
“Cadance, I’d better hear you begging me damn fast, beautiful,” he warned me, flexing his hips.
I gasped, arching towards him, but he pulled back and the sensation of him filling me disappeared. I mewled, knowing already that he loved the sound. “I need you, please,” I started.
“Better,” he approved. “More, glitter bomb. Make it filthy.”
I recalled the way he’d made me come from his words alone the night before, and added a little flex from my pussy as a teaser. He growled, letting me know I’d pushed too far but hey, that’s what I did and it usually got me in shit. I was okay with that with him, because somewhere over the last few days, we’d established trust and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
“I want you so deep that the feel of you is all I need,” I whispered, letting my eyes close, imagining him that deep inside me. “So deep that when I wrap my legs around you and rock down, you're deeper than anyone has ever been?—”
He growled and slammed hilt deep inside me on a roar. A shriek tore from my lips as I took him, hot and slicked and unprepared for the invasion.
“Fuck. Did I hurt you?” He cradled my face between his palms. “Tell me I didn't hurt you.” Worried eyes met mine.
I shook my head. “Perfect, Eli,” I murmured. “Don’t stop?”
Another rumble from his chest broke free as he moved again, but this time when he withdrew it wasn’t all the way. Our bodies crashed back together, over and over, until sweat pooled between us, creating little rivulets.
I clung to his neck, letting him ride out his need into me. Every muscle tensed, strong and powerful as he moved, knowing exactly what he wanted, and took it. My legs wrapped around his hips, and he let me hold onto him. One hand gripped my hip, his thumb sliding into the soft, sensitive join there. I moaned as he rested his weight on me, driving deeper. Elijah lifted my legs over one shoulder, flexing my back.
