He wasn’t interested in his own body but in me. He’d move, then assess my reaction to see if I liked it. I liked all of it. All of him. I moved with him, learning our timing and holding his eyes until it was too intense and I had to look away.
He brought me back to him by sliding a hand between our bodies and swirling my clit with his thumb as he thrust forward. This time I didn’t look away. He did it again and I clutched, my legs locking around him. Then he did it again.
“Don’t hold back,” he said between hectic breaths.
He stroked into me again, and a cry tore from my throat. He continued and that cry turned into my shouting his name on the crest of my release, not caring how many neighbors heard me. The tail end of that cry mingled with his primal groan of satisfaction.
He came on one final plunge, one that brought his face to my neck, where he alternated between catching his breath and kissing me. I hugged him close, ruffling his hair with my fingernails, turning my head to kiss his ear.
“Cade,” I whispered as our hearts raced in sync.
He disconnected from me, one long smooth pull, and our eyes met again. His mouth, his amazing, tempting mouth, wore a crooked smile. “Bathroom?”
I pointed to the attached bath in my bedroom. He kissed my nose in the sweetest way before climbing over me and heading there without a word. I hummed in the back of my throat, feeling pretty damn great.
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Half an hour later I was wearing Cade’s T-shirt—since my new dress had been unceremoniously tossed to the kitchen floor. He’d rested his head on my belly, one arm looped around my waist.
I fiddled with the strands of his hair, admiring the various colors of dark blond and sandy brown I couldn’t accomplish without a colorist. That was as unfair as the thick fan of lashes that shuttered his eyes. No mascara required.
“Tell me why you went into pre-law,” I said, before I thought too hard about it.
“What do you mean?”
I sucked in a deep breath as I debated telling him what I knew. Then again, my best friend was dating his brother, so the truth would come out eventually. So. Here we went.
“Rena mentioned a girl you followed to college?”
Cade’s body stiffened against mine, his arms going taut. He didn’t lift his head to look at me, so I continued to play with his hair.
“Brooke,” he said, his voice quiet.
“What happened?” I asked. I didn’t want to know. But I kind of did. When he didn’t answer for a long while, I put my palm on his cheek and slid deeper into the blankets so I could study his angled face and full lips in the lamplight.
His fingers interlaced with mine and he kissed my palm. “She l-left me.” I watched his jaw tic in frustration.
“But you kept your law major.”
“I w-was g-good at it. Was,” he said with a forced huff.
“She wanted you to be a lawyer?”
“She wanted me be rich. L-like her.”
I didn’t know what to do with that. Caden Wilson had dated a rich girl. Had followed a rich girl to college.
“Where is she now?”
“D-dropped out. Didn’t finish her freshman year. She got pruh-pregnant by some guy.”
I feathered my fingers through his hair.
“You loved her.” It wasn’t a question. One didn’t follow a girl to college, go into the field she requested, and then get left behind without suffering a broken heart in the process.
“Doesn’t matter.” His voice was low, and I could tell he was just about done talking about this.
I wanted to know, but not out of petty jealousy. I wanted to know if he was capable of loving anyone else. If he was capable of loving me. It was way too soon to ask. But I wanted to all the same.