Page 6 of Dare to Live
He let out a low rumble as he traded my finger for my lips. His tongue dove in hard and fast, devouring me.
My skin hummed. My breath was labored. My mind was mush.
He groaned and moaned as I continued to stroke what was mine. I loved how he reacted to my touch even after seven years together. The spark that had ignited between us that first day I’d pulled a gun on him in the high school parking lot was brighter than ever.
I matched his kiss, sucking on his tongue as a tingling sensation spread throughout my body. “I need you now, baby.”
He pushed me back, and before I could take a breath, he thrust inside me hard.
I whimpered.
The word “fuck” dropped from his lips. He stilled as he flashed those heavy-lidded eyes. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said in a husky tone.
Once we were in his favorite position, he began pumping, slowly at first. “Play with your nipples.”
I shook my head. “I need you to bite them, hard.”
He cocked any eyebrow, obliging.
I squealed, my eyes rolling back in my head. Then the next thing I knew, he was flipping me over until I was on all fours and he was shoving his steel erection into me from behind.
I tossed a look over my shoulder, holding my bottom lip hostage.
His eyes were wild, crazed, full of lust and love and so much more. His chest expanded, and his biceps bunched as he held on to my hips. He looked like a god—all man, all muscle, all mine.
He hesitated for a moment as though he were trying to gain control of whatever was going on in his head. Then he went from zero to fifty in a matter of seconds, rocking, thrusting, and pumping. Without warning, he flipped me on my back.
I once again wrapped my legs around him as we fell into a rhythm, both of us bucking and rocking. Each thrust became faster, harder, hotter, and higher as he took me to the edge.
Then he pulled out.
I shot up. “What’s wrong?” I barely spoke the words.
He buried his head between my legs, latched on to my clit, and sucked.
Oh, crap on a cracker.
In two seconds, I was screaming his name, arching my back, and clutching the sheets. I dove off the cliff into pure bliss as bright stars flashed behind my eyelids.
My toes curled as he shoved inside me, pumping and grunting. “I love the crap out of you, Lacey Maxwell.” Then he stilled, his eyelids drifting shut briefly as he rode out his orgasm, pulsating inside me. Sweat dripped down his temples as he rubbed his hand down my chest and stomach. “I can’t believe I lasted that long.”
I wasn’t surprised. Stamina was his middle name. The man could go forever, sometimes pleasing me two or three times before he orgasmed.
He rolled off me and propped his head in his hand as he lay on his side, facing me. “Give me five minutes, and we’ll go again.”
I laughed, trying to regulate my breathing. “I think I need food first.” I started to get up.
He swung his arm over me, caging me down. “You’re not going anywhere. We’re just getting started.”
My stomach growled.
He arched his eyebrow, grinning. “We do need to christen the kitchen.”
Giggling, I kissed him. “That island is big enough.”
He traced lazy circles around my nipple. “The island, the dining table, the couch, the deck, the patio.”
My gaze fell to Mr. Steel growing as Kade rattled off all the places he wanted to make love. I couldn’t help but play with myself. I clutched his dick and began stroking his velvety shaft as goose bumps blanketed my body.
