Page 5 of Dare to Embrace
I snuggled closer to his hot bod, literally and figuratively. Winters were the best when I could curl up next to him and steal the warmth of his body. But I wasn’t cold in the least at the moment. “I’m sorry about last night.”
He moved my hair off my face. “I know you were tired.”
I slipped my leg in between his, relishing the feel of his muscled thighs. “How’s your head?” My heart had fallen out of my chest when Maiken said my husband had a headache.
“It’s fine. But I do have pain elsewhere.” He waggled his eyebrows, his eyes shimmering in the morning light.
Butterflies took flight in my stomach.
He dragged a hand down from my face to my breasts and began tracing a circle around my nipple. The act was soothing and erotic, and I moaned in delight.
Before I could take my next breath, Kade was on top of me with his hands on either side of my head, his erection grazing my inner thigh.
My legs had a mind of their own, falling open and giving him full access to do as he pleased.
He groaned as he licked his way down my neck, stopping to give my breasts equal attention.
I didn’t want his mouth on my nipples. The pulsating need in between my legs demanded his tongue, begging for him to take what I hadn’t had in months. So I wiggled my body upward, praying, hoping he would get the hint.
He chuckled. The man was torturing, teasing, and taking his sweet-ass time as my clit throbbed endlessly.
“I need you, Kade. Now!” My voice cracked on each word as I sucked in air.
He gave me one of his sexy grins as he lingered on my belly button. “I want you to spell it out, baby.” His tone was playful. “Give me details.”
Ass.He was throwing my words in my face. I always wanted details of what he would do to me. Dirty talk and foreplay were something I craved, but at that very moment, I wanted action.
“I want you to lick me.” I shimmied higher on the bed, hoping I could meet him halfway.
He laughed again.
“Payback is hell, Kade Maxwell.” I hoped to scare him a little. But who was I kidding? My husband didn’t scare so easily.
Lazily, he dragged his tongue down to the apex of my legs and kissed everywhere but the one spot I wanted him to touch.
I growled low and was about to take matters in my own hands when he sat on his heels, stroking his rock-hard erection. His copper eyes gleamed as his eyelids became hooded. What a sight I had before me. I was no longer desperate to get myself off. I was desperate to watch him. I was desperate to please him.
His chest rose and fell as he licked his lips. “Play with yourself.”
How many times had we done this very thing over FaceTime? Phone sex was the best and the only way to sate the hunger we had for each other when I was away.
I wasn’t one to argue, not when pleasure was involved.
I planted my feet on the mattress and pointed my knees at the ceiling. My hand slid down my stomach slowly. My eyes were peeled to the god-like man before me.
“Circle your clit.” His demand sent an electric current straight to my clit.
My hand rushed to do as he commanded.
The minute my fingers touched my throbbing nub, I shot off the bed. “I’m not going to last.”
He grabbed my wrist, captured my finger in his mouth, and sucked—a move that I was sure was meant to distract him and me from sending us both over the edge.
His gaze was glued to mine as he continued to swirl his tongue around my finger.
Whatever motive he had for holding my finger hostage, I didn’t care. What I cared about was having him inside of me.
So I sat up and gripped his erection with my free hand.
