There it is. That unyielding spark deep inside that clung to his words like they were a lifeline. Do it. Prove it to me, Cade.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked, pushing my bloody thumb up to my mouth, pressing it ever so gently against my lips.
“Why do you say that?” My voice was breathy and dropped so low that I wasn’t even sure he heard me.
“You’ve got that look.” His eyes scanned over my face, and my core twisted in delicious agony. Cade and I had been in this exact position many times before: me straddling him with that glint of pure rebellion in his eye. But this time felt different. It was as if we were balancing over jagged spikes, ready to fall to our demise with one wrong move. There was a lot of baggage between us and open wounds that had yet to be closed, which made any moment with him seem like the last. We’d lost each other before, and it was, without a doubt, what fueled this moment right here.
Cade’s other hand fell to my hip, his fingers resting over the spot where my groin was, lighting a torch right there in the middle. “Your eyes are hooded, and you’ve got that lust blazing inside them that I’ve lost myself in too many times to count. Your pussy is warm, so warm that I can feel it through both of our jeans.” He pressed my thumb harder onto my bottom lip, and I had to force myself to keep my tongue inside my mouth. “Your lips are begging me for a kiss, and it is taking everything in me not to give it to you right this second.”
I said nothing, but I felt his words wracking inside my body, hitting every intimate part that wanted him. “Am I right?” he asked, peering up at me in a devilish way. “Do you want me to prove it to you?”
“Tobias and I were nothing more than friends,” I admitted, moving my hips over him and breaking the hold I had on myself between right and wrong. There wasn’t even a slight misstep in my brain that told me doing this with him was wrong, even if we were hiding out in the place I grew up in with holy nuns wandering the halls down below.
A ragged breath left him, and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “Good.” Suddenly, my thumb was in my mouth, the taste of his tangy, metallic blood hitting my taste buds with surprise. He lowered his chin, looking dangerous from below. “Now suck.”
I wasted no time. There were no thoughts about us or what we were doing in the orphanage on top of my shitty, half-painted twin bed. All I focused on was the burning intensity burrowing deep inside and the look of carnal need on Cade’s face. His grip on my wrist tightened as I sucked my thumb, licking my lips after the blood had disappeared. My hand slowly fell to his chest as he moved his deft fingers to the button of my jeans, popping it through the hole and then yanking the zipper down in one fluid motion.
“Lift.” It was a single demand, and although his voice was rough and hoarse, I did exactly what he wanted.
My hands fell to the headboard behind him, and I lifted my hips, hovering very closely to his mouth as he pulled the denim from my legs. I was left in a thin black hoodie and my panties that Cade suddenly hooked his fingers into and peeled away just as slowly as he did my jeans. His strong hands gripped my waist, keeping me in place. “Sit.”
My brows crowded, pausing on the word. “Sit?” I tried to back my hips up, but his fingers dug into my skin, biting me with pleasure.
“Yes. Sit.” I dropped my gaze to his, and that famous, can-make-a-girl-do-anything grin was staring back at me.
“Right…right here?”
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you sitting on my fucking face? You’re all I’ve wanted to taste since you’ve been back.”
My breasts suddenly felt heavy, and the tightening of my nipples brought everything to life. Cade’s nose trailed up the side of my thigh, and my legs quivered. He pushed my hips down as I kept my hands tightened on the headboard, feeling the yellow chips of paint fall to the floor. The second his mouth was on me, I threw my head back, sagging further onto him.
He was warm and wet, and it stole my breath. His teeth snagged on my delicate skin, and I moved over him, letting him feast on me like I was his favorite meal.
“Cade,” I moaned, not caring at all that I needed to be quiet. In fact, I wasn’t even sure where I was at the moment.
He pulled away for a quick second, only to say, “This is the hottest thing I have ever done and the best goddamn thing I have ever tasted.” Then, his tongue was back, and his fingers were digging further into my hips, rocking me back and forth.
I felt myself moving above him, knowing that I was chasing a high that only he could give me. Sweat began to coat my breasts, and my hands begged to slip from the headboard. When I peeked down at him, watching him move his face beneath me, tasting me and sucking with skill, I tightened in all the right places. A soft moan bellowed from my mouth, but he pulled away at the last second. I was frantic, snapping my head down, wondering where he went. “Not yet.” His sexy smirk was gone and replaced by parted lips and a fierce gaze. “I want you coming on my dick.”
As soon as he slipped out from under me and climbed off the bed, he pulled his jeans down, revealing his hardened length. My stomach fluttered, and my core twisted, but that all came to a stop when I heard the creaking of stairs. Oh my God. I gasped, flipping around onto my back, letting my hands fall from the headboard. Cade’s hand was wrapped around himself as he slowly turned his head to the door, cursing whoever was walking up the stairs. I would have told him that cursing a nun was probably terrible luck, but I didn’t have time as he scooped up our belongings and pulled on my hand, racing us to the tall armoire that pressed against the wall.
It was the same expansive, tall, vintage armoire that sat in each of the dorm wings—so big it could hold every orphan’s clothing. Except, this one was completely empty. The door opened with Cade’s large hand, and we were both snuggled inside with our erratic breathing and my wet thighs. Our view to the long room was only partially visible through the tiny, woven holes in the cane-webbing material of the armoire as I peered out, waiting for whoever was coming upstairs.
“Shit,” I whispered, coming back to reality that I was literally just riding Cade’s face in my childhood room at an all-girls orphanage.
Cade’s hand slithered up the front of me, his chest pressing firmly against my back as he covered my mouth with his hand. “Shh.” His whisper tickled the inside of my ear, and the only thing that did was make me burn hotter. Cade was wearing nothing but his hoodie and boxers, our clothes and my knife in a heaping pile underneath our feet. The scratchy hair on his leg nestled in between mine, and I throbbed from the theft of my high. My body was still curving and twisting in unimaginable ways, and although I knew it was wrong on every level, I wanted him to finish me off so I could breathe again.
The black veil of Sister Elizabeth caught my eye as she weaved in between the beds, pausing on mine with the rumpled pillow. Cade’s hand tightened over my mouth as my breathing picked up. I saw the large crucifix tied around Sister Elizabeth’s neck swing low as she bent forward, straightening the blankets, when Cade’s seedy breath hit over the sensitive part of my ear. “Should I finish you off with her in the room?”
He wouldn’t!
“Oh, I would, baby.” His quiet growl rumbled against my back, and my mouth opened, wondering how he read my mind. “I swore that if I ever got you back in my hands, I would stop at nothing.”
I wanted to slap Cade for turning me on even more while we were hiding away in this holy fucking Catholic orphanage with a nun in plain sight. Sure, she was several yards away, standing over mybed, but the devil had to have been enjoying this on every satanic level. Sister Elizabeth slowly crept over to the window that Cade was leaning on a little while ago, staring down onto the silent street, when my core jolted.
Cade’s hand left my mouth, and he placed it on the inner part of my thigh, which was still wet from his mouth. “Mmm,” he whispered. His finger brushed over my swollen clit, and my head flung back onto his hard shoulder. “Still wet? I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
His finger moved back to my slick entrance, and he nudged my legs apart, clamping onto my ear with his teeth. I was completely frantic on the inside. Something wild was carving through my bones, and even though I kept my eyes on Sister Elizabeth, in all of her black glory, I was focused on pressing myself against the front of Cade.