She smiled against his lips, the thick desire in his voice rushing heat through her veins. Grinding her core against his hard length, she said, “As long as we’re quick.” Though, truth be told, it wouldn’t take much to convince her to linger in this man’s arms. She was that far gone and he was that freaking hot.
A sound like a growl rumbled from Caden’s throat. “Thanksgiving feasts are meant to be savored,” he said, flipping them over and pinning her to the mattress. He helped her remove her panties and his Station 7 shirt with his last name ‘GRAYSON’ on the back. She’d long ago stolen it from him to sleep in—much to his satisfaction. And then he held himself above her and rocked his erection against the very place where she needed him most.
Makenna nodded. “I agree, but I’d rather not have to explain to my brothers why we were late.” Which would be a total nightmare. They’d be like a pack of lions fighting over a meaty carcass, not giving up until they’d made her spill. Then, like the pains in the asses they could be, they’d spend the day making up all the juicy bits she wouldn’t tell them to embarrass her—and Caden. No way was she letting that happen. Caden was nervous enough.
His expression darkened and his eyes shuttered, just a bit. Enough to reveal just how anxious he was about the trip.
“I want you, Caden,” she said, hoping to pull him back from wherever he’d gone. She stroked her fingers down his strong back. “And I need you. However I can have you.”
The shadows disappeared from his face and he finally nodded and quirked a half smile. “Hard and fast it is, then.”
Yes, please!
He reached to the nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer, then sat back to roll it on.
“Love it hard and fast,” she whispered, watching him. Her gaze raked over the cut muscles of his chest and stomach and traced down from the yellow rose tattoo on his left pec to the large black tribal that wrapped around his side. Everything about him—his ink, his piercings, even his scars—was so damn sexy.
“Then hold on tight.” The words had barely spilled from his lips before he was right there, probing her entrance, pushing into her, filling her with that delicious sensation of fullness that left her breathless, wanting, completed. He wrapped himself around her and leaned his cheek against hers. “So good, Makenna. Every time is so fucking good.”
Buried deep inside her, he devoured her mouth in a molten-hot kiss, and then he pulled free but held his face just above hers. His hips rocked and thrust and ground, picking up speed and demanding that she take more of him, all of him. He stole her breath and her ability to think and her heart until there was nothing left of her that he didn’t own. Utterly and completely.
The depth of her emotions pricked at the backs of her eyes and made it so that all she could do was grasp his back and hold tight as his hips flew against hers. Because it was so much better than good.
How was it possible they’d only known each other for two months?
They’d met after spending a night trapped in a pitch-black elevator together, and their bond had been fast and deep—built on conversation that had revealed how much they had in common and a physical attraction that transcended appearances. If there’d ever been a silver lining around an otherwise bad situation, it had been having the freedom the darkness allowed to get to know him. And for him to get to know her. Since then, they’d been nearly inseparable.
Now, Makenna couldn’t imagine her life without Caden Grayson.
And she hoped she’d never have to.
*
An hour later, Caden sat on the edge of the couch in Makenna’s homey living room. His knee bounced. Tightness squeezed his chest. His teeth ached from how hard he was clenching his jaw.
What a fucking misfit.
Makenna was everything Caden was not—polished and out-going and able to put others at ease with her warm smile and her ready, open laughter. In the two months they’d been together, she’d totally embraced his friends and his interests and his world—inviting the guys at the firehouse over for dinner, cheering on his softball team, and even delivering a big tray of homemade brownies and chocolate chip cookies to the station. Hell, Makenna had all the guys there wrapped around her little finger at this point. And Caden was sure they looked at him and wondered how the hell he’d gotten so lucky.
Because he certainly wondered. Every damn day. And it made him sure it couldn’t last. Or wouldn’t. He couldn’t be that lucky. At least, he’d never been before.
He shook his head and chuffed out a frustrated breath.