Shock held him rigid.
“What do you mean, you did?” He asked her slowly.
“I watch movies, and read books. I bought stuff—.” She tried to turn her head, but he refused to allow her.
“Dildos?” he asked softly, his body hardening impossibly.
“Yes,” she answered miserably.
He went hot all over.
“Plugs?” His voice was soft.
She bit her lip, her face reddening further.
“Yes.”
Cade closed his eyes.
“You’re still using them?” He asked her harshly.
“Yes.” He could barely hear her, all he knew was that Marly, his sweet innocent Marly was, at any given time, walking around with a device inside her body intended to prepare her for him. He shuddered, his finger moving from her vagina down.
Disappointment speared his gut as he realized she wasn’t using it now.
“Where is it?” He could barely speak. He was so hard he was hurting. So tortured he could barely stand it.
Shock flared in her eyes, panic rolling over her expression.
“Cade?” There was an edge of fear in her voice. Damn her, it was the wrong damned time to get scared.
“Where? I won’t ask you again, Marly.” He demanded harshly.
She flinched, but he could read the arousal in her eyes at the demanding tone of his body. Damn her, she wanted him like this, and he couldn’t seem to fight it. She was driving him crazy with it.
“The side table. Under the books.” She glanced at the table beside her bed.
Cade rose up. He jerked the drawer out, throwing the books to the floor until he found what he was looking for. His stomach muscles clenched as he found the tube of lubricant and the thick plug used to stretch and widen the anal muscles. Beside it lay a rubber dildo, nearly as thick as his cock, yet not as long.
“Son of a bitch.” He lifted the plug and the lubricant from the drawer slowly then turned to her.
She was watching him anxiously, her eyes wide now, flickering to the articles then back to Cade’s face.
“Turn over,” he ordered her roughly. “I want to see you take it.”
He was dying. Cade knew he would never survive the night.
“Cade.” She trembled against him. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Mad. He was furious. So agonizingly furious he could barely stand it. At both of them. Her for wanting it, and him for wanting to give it to her so damned bad.
“Roll over, Marly. Now.”
He watched her shiver as she rolled over, presenting the pretty curves of her backside.
“On your knees.” He moved behind her, watching as she moved shakily, pushing her hips into the air.
He couldn’t resist. He lowered his head, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart as he stared at the small pink hole a second before spearing his tongue into it. She cried out harshly, her hips jerking in response to the heat of his mouth, the thrust inside her. Then he went lower until he could repeat the movement into the soaking depths of her vagina.