“What if I did this?” She cupped and squeezed her breasts, then rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger until they peaked.
“Someone’s courting trouble.” He crossed the floor, scooped her up, and tossed her on the bed. Dawn squealed and twisted away. But before she could get off the bed, Cade pinned her down and straddled her hips.
She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “I like this kind of trouble.”
He bent down and a drew a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until she arched on the bed beneath him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I wanna fuck you till you scream my name.”
She lifted her hips, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. “How about if I moan your name real quiet so I don’t wake the kids?”
He drew her other nipple between his teeth. “Moaning is good. Screaming is better, but I can adapt. First, though, I’m gonna tie you up, and make you so damn hot and so damn wet and so desperate for my cock, you won’t know whether you’re moaning or screaming, and the only thing you’ll be thinking about is how bad you want me and how hard I’m gonna make you come. He climbed off the bed and rifled through her dresser drawers. Dawn sat up and frowned.
“Can I help you with something?”
“Ropes, scarves … these will do.” He pulled a bundle of nylons from her drawer and gave her a wicked grin. “Do you trust me, babe?”
*
Did she trust him?
Dawn stared at the nylons in his hand, and her mouth watered in anticipation. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he wanted to tie her up, and she was curiously unafraid. Jimmy had been rough, but conservative, in his sexual tastes, and since he was the only man she’d ever been with before Cade, she’d spent a long time fantasizing about something more. And Cade was all about something more.
“Kinky bastard,” she murmured when he returned to the bed, resuming his position in a straddle across her hips.
“I take that as your consent to go ahead with my plan.” He tied one of the nylons around her wrist and then drew her arm up over her head, pausing as he slid it between the bars of her headboard. “Yes?”
Her heart thudded against her ribs. “Maybe I just want it missionary style.”
“Says the woman who was down on her knees with her beautiful lips around my cock not so long ago.”
Dawn smiled. “That was a good night.”
“This one will be better.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Do you trust me, babe?” he asked again.
“Yes.” She answered without thinking, but almost immediately she felt the truth of the word. Knowing the lengths he would go to protect her, and tonight, when he’d watched over her girls … yes, she trusted him, in a way she’d trusted no one else.
He tied the nylon to the headboard then slid a finger between the fabric and her wrist, ensuring it wasn’t too tight.
“Those are very expensive nylons. You’d better not get runs in them.” She wiggled beneath him, brushing her taut nipples over the soft cotton of his T-shirt. “I’ll need them for when I run the restaurant I’m going to buy from you with the skills I’ll learn at college.”
“Behave.” He pinched her nipple hard and Dawn let out a moan.
“Christ.” He tied a second nylon to her other wrist and then through the headboard slats. “Maybe I’ll have to gag you, too, or I’m not gonna last.”
“You don’t want to do that, or you won’t get the benefit of my mouth.”
Cade laid a finger against her lips. “The kinda sass that comes outta that mouth makes me fucking hard, babe. So careful or I’ll go ahead with that plan.”
She tilted her head and drew his finger between her lips, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. Then she swirled her tongue over the tip and around the length. He tasted of leather and chrome, with a hint of outlaw danger.
Cade stilled, his eyes riveted to her mouth, his chest heaving beneath his cut. She could feel the weight of his cock beneath his jeans, pressed against her stomach. God, she wanted him bad.
Gently, he drew his finger away and brushed the hair back from her face, his hand lingering on her temple. “I’m fucking addicted to you. I can’t get enough, and the more I have, the more I fucking want, till I’m thinking about you every goddamn minute of the day.”
“That was sweet, except for the cuss words.”
He lifted an admonishing eyebrow, and then tested her bonds. “You think you’re really in a position to give me attitude?”
“If you take off your jeans, I will be.” She licked her lips. He tore off his clothing.
Naked, his cock proudly erect, he knelt over her, giving her a long moment to appreciate the taut planes and angles of his body. Damn, he was perfect. From his lean, narrow waist to his broad shoulders, and from his firm pecs to the rippling six-pack, partially hidden by the soft downy trail leading to his shaft, thick and heavy, the head pink with the promise of pleasure.
“Are you wet for me?”