“Oh?” Kade asked, smirking down at me. “Like kissing me on the nose in front of him? Or maybe I should lock you up like we did three nights ago?”
“You know, I never did thank you properly for that,” I said, pushing Kade backward. “You know, we’ve got time on our hands, and privacy that we won’t have for the rest of the weekend, so . . . ”
“So you think this is the time to thank me?” Kade laughed, then grinned. He reached down and picked me up in his arms, kissing me fiercely. “I love it. But, one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“None of the role play,” he said. “I just want to make love to you.”
Carrying me out of the kitchen, he took me into my mostly empty living room. I didn’t have a coffee table, preferring the open feel of the space to a cluttered look, so he set me down on my back in the middle of the carpet, kneeling over me. “Someday . . . ” Kade whispered, then he reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “Someday.”
“Someday what?” I asked, grinning and pulling at my own t-shirt.
Kade licked his lips and swallowed a lump in his throat, then shook his head again. “Fuck it, might as well say it. Someday, Alix Nova, I’m going to marry you.”
I grinned and finished pulling my t-shirt off, leaving me in just my bra. “If that’s a proposal, I accept. If not, then I’ll accept in the future, because damn right, I’m going to marry you too, somehow.”
Our desires in the open, Kade grinned, leaning down and capturing my mouth in a searing, passionate kiss. We knew that getting married would probably be impossible, but we didn’t care. Like the old saying goes, it’s the thought that counts, right?
Kade kissed his way down my neck to the edge of my bra, taking a moment to raise his head and look me in the eye. “Alix Nova, will you marry me?” he asked, grinning. “Even if it’s never filed with a court, even if we’re the only people who ever know, will you be my wife?”
“Only if I can still be your Princess,” I said, running my hand through his dark hair. “And as long as I get something I can wear somewhere that I can use as a wedding ring.”
“Deal,” Kade replied. He sat up and reached for the front clasp of my bra, and I was glad I’d chosen that particular set that day. One of the sets I’d gotten at Victoria’s Secret, the satiny cups fell easily to the side once Kade worked the catch, leaving me naked from the waist up in front of him. “I’m a lucky man.”
Kade lowered his head, kissing me again while our hands entwined, fingers wrapping around each other. My breasts pressed against his chest, our nipples actually brushing against each other as we let our tongues explore. Despite kissing and making love nearly every night since going to Portland, I was in no way tired of feeling Kade’s lips on my skin.
Working his way down my body, Kade found my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his sensitive lips teasing my already aroused skin to nearly diamond hardness. Sucking and licking, warm waves of arousal coursed through my body, my skin on fire from his caresses. Letting go of my hands, he reached down, pulling on the waistband of my shorts to pull them down my legs.
“Kade . . . ” I moaned as his strong hands found my ass and massaged it, his lips still tasting and feasting on my breast. He lifted his head and growled lightly, hungry for more as he moved to my other nipple, my words cut off as his mouth sent more fireworks through me.
Working my legs, I kicked my shorts off. I was already wet and ready for him, and I could feel Kade’s cock pressed against my thigh through his shorts. I wanted to suck him, to feel him, to have him plunge inside me.
Instead, I was surprised when Kade stopped and sat up. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Nothing,” he replied, reaching down to his own shorts. Seeing I’d kicked off mine while still somehow leaving my shoes on, he chuckled. “Glad we both went with casual stretchy fabric today. But I had an idea.”
“Oh? I live to try your ideas,” I replied, running my hands over his arms, tracing the light outline of the blood vessels underneath his skin. He was so fit I could see them lined against his biceps and his forearms, especially when he was aroused and his heart was beating fast. “What do you have in mind?”
“You on top” he said, rolling off of me and getting onto his back. “I know I’m usually the one in the dominant position, but you can do whatever you want.”