Then there was no denying I wanted him now.
When he realized how wet I was, he groaned. Or growled, rather. "June," he said, his finger making circles over my clit, sending rippling waves of pleasure over me that nearly brought me to my knees, “You’re going to have to say it.”
I ignored him, my mind too preoccupied with what his hand was doing, what his fingers were doing between my legs. I just couldn't seem to think straight, not where Cade was concerned. Cade had me seeing double. Hell, he had me seeing more than that. His touch was taking me back to being sixteen again, back when I was drunk on him.
Then he pushed apart my legs with his hand, and slipped his finger inside me.
“Say what?” I practically panted it, an animal in heat. My body burned for him.
“Say what you want,” Cade said. “Say what we both know you want.”
My lips parted, and his eyes focused on them, waiting. His hand was still and I felt myself tighten around him.
Move, damn it.
I willed him to move his hand, just a little bit. I was already on the threshold. “Fuck me.”
There. I said it.
He didn’t move. And then a little smile, just the beginning of one, formed on his lips. “I didn’t hear you,” he said.
The asshole.
“Fuck. Me.” I said it again. I could feel my * throbbing around his fingers, waiting. Why wasn’t he already inside me? Why hadn’t he already ripped my jeans off me, thrust himself inside me?
“You didn’t say ‘please,’” he said, leaning close to me, his breath hot on my ear. He pushed his fingers deeper inside me, and I nearly cried from frustration. “You didn’t beg.”
I opened my mouth, fully intending to say “fuck you.” But, to my horror, I heard myself say, “Please.”
I heard this sound come from his throat, this deep growl, and he covered my mouth with his, an animal devouring his prey. I pressed my body against him, desperate, wanting to be rid of my clothes. He yanked my shirt up over my head, threw it somewhere, and I fumbled, grasping at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up.
And saw the scars, the rippled flesh where he had been burned. I paused, running my hands over his skin, my fingers registering the each little ridge and valley.
"Cade," I said, the realization of what must have happened to him washing over me.
He'd gotten a Silver Star after one of the deployments.
He covered my hand with his, drew it away from his chest, shook his head. "Don't, June," he said.
"But, I -" He thought I was going to say something trite, something stupid. He thought I would pity him.
Cade shook his head. "Don't say a word."
I ached to explore his body, to remember it with my fingers, but I wanted him hard, fast. Immediately.
He pulled my jeans down farther, and I tried to kick off my shoes, step out of the fabric, muttering an expletive under my breath as they caught on my legs.
“Let me,” Cade whispered, and he knelt to the ground, sliding the pants off with one hand as he leaned in and put his mouth between my legs.
“Oh my God.” I tilted my head against the rock wall behind me, luxuriating in the warmth of Cade’s mouth on me. He brought me to the edge, and then, just as I was about to crash over it, stood up.
He reached into his back pocket, and I barely registered what he had in his hand until he slid his pants down his thighs. I watched his cock spring free and he began to roll a condom on his length. I was delirious with lust, but the realization of what he had in his hand hit me. “What the hell?” I asked. “You brought a condom with you out here?"
So he planned for this to happen.
“Junebug, I’ve been carrying one with me every day since that first night I came to your house,” he said. “I've been waiting for you to decide what you wanted.” He paused, giving me that half-grin that had driven me crazy since we were kids, that cocky, shit-eating grin.
“Now," he asked. "Is this what you want?”
Was it what I wanted?
My eyes drifted down his rippling torso to take in his nakedness, at his hardness begging for attention. If any other man had talked to me the way Cade did, with his stupid arrogant attitude, or stood in front of me, pants around his knees, unashamed in his nakedness, expecting me to just open my legs for him, I’d have told him to go to hell.
But Cade? I hated myself for it, but I wanted him.
“Yes.” I croaked out the words. “I want you.”
He gripped my ass with both hands, pushed me hard against the rock wall, and entered me, in one swift motion, made easier by my slickness. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I melted into him, against him, as he kissed me again.