I didn’t have a chance to answer before she was moving away from me.
Tasha
I maneuvered off Cade’s lap, bumping the part of him that had grown atomically larger since he’d pressed his lips to mine. Not only larger, but substantially harder.
Lord have mercy.What was he hiding behind his jeans? I wanted to find out. Which was exactly why I should grab my backpack and hightail it home.
“You have a little problem,” I couldn’t help teasing as I moved to stand. I had a little problem too. My inner bad girl had the controls and she was steering me toward Cade even as I willed my feet to take another backward step away from him.
I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to strip Cade naked and lick every inch of his fantastic body. The house was ours. The storm was over…and those kisses.
Gah.Those kisses had turned me hot and horny on contact.
“Little?” His eyebrows pulled into a frown. “M-more like huge. Huge problem,” he corrected, holding his hands apart as if showing me the size of a bass he’d caught on a fishing trip.
“I’m sure.” I rolled my eyes.
Sexual frustration had crept in, and with it his stutter. I was trying not to point it out. Before, I thought maybe his tongue needed a workout. But now…I started questioning my theory. I was hooked on the control thing again. Did he feel out of control right now? What if I gave in? Let him take charge?
Of me.
My neck heated. I could feel the pink hue climbing my cheeks. The idea of him in control made me very happy. But it shouldn’t. Not after I had given Tony too much room to wander. And boy, had he wandered.
Nevertheless…
Sex therapy!the seductress within chanted.
That was a thing.
I bet Cade would have plenty to say when we were naked and he was thrusting…
I fanned my face. I opened my mouth to tell him I was going to leave, again, but before I could, his hand looped around my wrist.
“W-we have work to d-do.”
But his suggestion made me nervous. When he said the word “work,” I immediately thought of him working me into a frenzy. I thought of his lips, tongue, and teeth on my neck. My nipples. My—
He stood but kept hold of my wrist and then, as if an answer to my silent prayer, lowered his lips to kiss my neck. As he tongued the sensitive flesh behind my ear, his fingers wandered to the gold chain around my neck.
He studied the small turtle hanging there a moment before his eyes went to mine, a question in their depths.
“My mom bought it for me,” I said.
“T-tell me.” He closed his eyes like he was pained he hadn’t spoken smoothly.
“It’s a good story,” I said.
He opened his eyes and studied my lips again.
“Come on. Let’s get our beers and I’ll tell you.”
Upstairs we walked outside for a brief inventory of the damage. A few branches—some large—were in the yard, chairs from the patio set on the back deck were knocked over, but nothing major.
What a relief.
I sent a text message to my dad telling him I was okay. He didn’t respond. I’d like to think he was busy, but a small, insecure part of me whispered that he didn’t care. I ignored it as best I could as Cade and I walked to the garage and then up to his room.
Cade carried our open beer bottles with him and handed mine over as he sat next to me on his couch. I took a sip and winced. It was warm. Full, other than the introductory sip I’d taken before we ran for cover. I bit my lip and studied the bottle, wondering how long we’d been in that basement.