I let him go and rush over, find a tub of frosting Kady didn’t use and lift it. I wave it at him and his eyes grow lusty. Ah yes, Raide knows exactly what I plan on doing with this. Holding his eyes, I saunter toward my bedroom. He doesn’t waste time, he’s after me in seconds. When we reach the door, he captures my waist and pulls me into him. Then he kisses me. He tastes sweet like frosting, and so I devour him, sucking his lips, his tongue and kissing him until we’re both panting and desperate.
He pushes me to the bed, taking the hem of my dress as I go backwards. He pulls it up over my head, then takes a moment to let his eyes slide down my body. With a pleased rumble, he discards the rest of my clothes and gently lays me down on the bed. “Me first,” he growls. He reaches for the frosting and flicks the lid off, then he takes a heap out on his finger. He gently swirls it over my nipples.
I whimper and arch as they pebble beneath his touch.
Then he leans down and licks it all back off again. His mouth devours my breasts, sucking and licking until I’m crying his name and begging for so much more. He slowly makes a path of frosting down my belly and then he takes his time sucking and licking it all off.
My sex is aching, so desperate for him. “Raide,” I cry. “Please.”
He takes another scoop with his finger and waves it about slowly. “Where do you want this one?”
“Don’t play with me,” I breathe. “Please.”
He grins and then he drops it over my clit. Oh. God. Yes. His mouth follows shortly behind it and I scream at the first contact. It feels amazing. He has to work extra hard to lick and suck all the frosting off, and because of this, my clit is dancing with pleasure. I come so hard and fast, my entire body bucks and I throw my head back into the pillow. Amazing. He makes me feel amazing.
I sense his body moving off mine, but I’m so floppy, I don’t notice him remove his clothes and slide back into bed next to me. I had every intention of lathering that frosting on his cock and licking every bit off, but I’m hardly able to move after that incredible devouring of my body. Raide positions himself over me, placing his elbows beside my head. He looks down at me and there’s so much passion in his eyes. He leans down and kisses me, long and hard, and I don’t even care that he tastes like frosting combined with me. I kiss him hard and deep, and he slowly pushes inside my body.
I whimper into his mouth, and he groans low and deep. He stops when he’s fully inside me and closes his eyes, panting hard. “Fuck,” he murmurs. “I’ve missed this.”
“Please, don’t stop,” I breathe. “Baby, please.”
“Fuck. Call me that again.”
“Baby.”
He groans and pulls out, then thrusts back inside. Oh. Yes. He starts slow, working my body over with his, his hands are fisting in my hair, his mouth is consuming mine and his body is taking me over the edge. Then he quickens his pace, until our skin is slapping together, our pants are desperate and we’re both making sounds that have my skin prickling.
I find my orgasm right before he finds his, and it’s perfect. My body explodes and I cling to him as pleasure rips through me.
Raide grunts when he finds his, and his lips practically bruise mine with the brutality of his kiss as he releases into me. Then he rolls off, and lands on his back beside me. He’s sweaty, I’m sweaty, and it’s exactly how it should be. He pulls me into his arms and we lie like that until we can breathe normally again.
Then I decide to break the silence by asking, “What was it like in there?”
He sighs. “Boring, mostly. I kept to myself.”
“Oh.”
He chuckles low. “What did you think it would be like?”
“I don’t know, the movies?”
His body shakes with laughter.
“What?” I cry.
“You’ve got an overactive imagination. It was low security. We had rooms that could be locked, we had a break room, we showered, we slept. There wasn’t much more to it.”
“Did you drop the soap, Raide?”
With that, he bursts out laughing so hard, my body shakes with his. I can’t help it—I giggle, too.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says, rolling so he’s facing me.
“Me, too,” I say, dropping my eyes to his chest.
“I’m sorry I did that to you,” he murmurs, and I meet his eyes once more.
“It’s what I wanted, right?”
“Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”
I shrug. “It’s finished now.”
“Your job? How’s that going.”
I smile. “It’s okay. Don says I can go back to small cases after my suspension.”
Raide frowns. “Small cases?”
“It’s better than losing my job.”
He purses his lips but nods. “Why a bounty hunter?”
I nestle into his chest and tell him about my dad and how I grew up. Then I tell him about becoming a bounty hunter and how hard it was being the only girl.
“I thought it was strange when you took Terry down that night. Wait—he’s not your cousin, is he?”
I chuckle. “Gosh no.”
He snorts. “Good, because I was seriously questioning the quality of your genes.”
I shove his shoulder. “Hey!”
He grins and murmurs, “You’re badass, Gracie.”
“I know.”
Silence.
“Raide?”
“Mmmmm?”
“My job … does it bother you?”
He’s quiet for a minute, then he leans back and stares down at me. “Shit no.”