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“Now you did it. You said the word that’s almost as bad as t-r-e-a-t-s.” Kade laughed as they were bounced around on the couch, dogs jumping over each other to gain attention.
“What? Treats?” The cacophony of sound grew in volume, until she couldn’t hear Kade’s laughter but still felt every movement as his chest heaved and shuddered underneath her touch. “Okay, I see your point.”
She tipped her head back, smiling up at him, not surprised when he immediately captured her mouth. Lids fluttering closed, she went willingly into the darkness, focusing on the certainty of his touch and caresses, the controlled hunger in his kisses. For a moment, all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the rasp of his stubble against her cheeks and chin, and the gentle sounds of arousal flooding from his lips.
“Killin’ me here, honey.” Kade pulled back slightly, and Mya’s lids opened slowly to see his gaze fixed on her face, pupils wide, eyes blown dark with excitement. “Let me take care of the dogs, and we’ll resume this, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she agreed, pushing up the couple of inches to touch her mouth to his again. “I’ll be right here.”
“Better not go anywhere, woman.” He shuffled around underneath her, sliding her to one side. “Be right back.”
Standing, he called the dogs, and she watched as his little pack scampered after him and into the kitchen. Cabinet doors opening and dishes clanking let her know his progress, followed by his gentle commands to the dogs, calling them one at a time to their dish for a fondle and dinner.
He’s a good man.
The knowledge was soul deep inside her. The responsible teenager had grown to be a rock-steady man. Someone to lean on, someone to work beside for shared goals.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mya.
She thought about the expression on his face when he’d patiently listened to her version and then shared his truth with honesty.
I don’t think I am exaggerating things. I think it’s exactly as it seems, and I’m here for it.
Kade appeared in the archway, fingertips reaching overhead to grip the frame above his head. He was studying her, appearing lost in thought as he stretched. He’d removed the leather vest worn on the bike. The hem of his shirt rode up a couple of inches in front, and Mya’s body heated, a flush rushing through her that she was sure blazed on her face.
“Do you trust me?” He dropped his arms and bent over, tugging his boots off and tossing them to the side. His socks followed, and she got with the program, leaning to take off her own boots. It took longer because they were lace-ups, and when she looked up again, he was halfway to where she sat. “Mya? Do you trust me?”
“With everything inside me.” She finished with her boots and socks, stretching out her hand at the same time his rose from his side towards her. “Always, Kade.”
Fingers wrapping around her hand, he gently pulled, encouraging her to rise from the couch. After a single soft kiss, he took a step backwards, their hands bridging the gap between them, and she went willingly. Kade led her down the hallway to where she knew his bedroom was. At the doorway, he paused, turning to look down at her.
He crowded close, caging her in. Low and earnest, he told her, “I’ve never had a woman or man in this bed. Never wanted one in my space. There are no ghosts here to compare yourself to.” His other hand rose to curl around the back of her neck. “I want you. Want to see you on my pillows. Want to go to sleep with you here. And more, want to wake up with you.”
Mya let her emotions show on her face, a blooming pleasure that he’d worry about her feelings and the shy desire that was twisting her tongue into tangles.
Kade’s head dipped down, and Mya rose on her toes, meeting him halfway. She didn’t want to be a passive observer in whatever this was between them. No, she wanted to be fully engaged with whatever he was going to propose.
His tongue stroked across the seam of her mouth, and she chased it with her own, opening demandingly, wanting to taste him.
“God, Mya,” he groaned, before their lips fit together, the kiss deepening, surging towards combustion with a steady beat, wet and heady. “Better than I dreamed.” His mouth traced along her jaw and down her throat, teeth and lips competing for her attention, goose bumps and shivers accompanying every movement. “Every inch of you, honey. Wanna have my hands on you.”
Mya arched backwards in his arms, reaching down to the hem of her shirt. She lifted, losing sight of his face for a moment, then as the fabric cleared her head, his expression blazed through her. Hunger, desire, and so much love. She tossed her shirt to the side and slipped her hands underneath his shirt, pulling it up his body. Mya lost the security of his arms as he helped, twisting and pulling to lose the clothing that was in both their way. Then he crushed her to him tightly, bodies fusing from hips to chest.
Kade looked down at her breasts, threatening to escape the binding of her bra. “Jesus, honey.”
Losing the undergarment was the work of moments, and then there was nothing between his skin and hers. The heat was enormous, and the contrast of her pale skin against his tattoos was stark, the difference gorgeous.
Kade bent, taking one breast in a palm, lifting the nipple to his mouth. His lips closed around it, and the deep suckling movement made her knees weak. Fingers molding the flesh, mouth working against her, the image was one she wanted to tuck away and keep forever.
“Love that,” she murmured, threading her fingers through his hair. She cradled his head against her with both arms, holding him gently as he transferred his attention from one breast to the other, the sensation no less staggering. The soft bristle of his beard gave a fascinating counterpoint to the sharp scrape of his teeth around her nipple, and she moaned softly.
He moved then, standing up and lifting her, taking three giant steps to the bed, where he followed her down. Mya fumbled with the clasp of his belt, and he took over, stripping it out of the loops and tossing it to the side with a metallic clank. Then she was working on the fastening of his pants, and his hands were at her waist.
With a laugh, she pulled back, smiling up at him. “Might go faster if we did our own?”
“Jesus, why can’t clothes just fly off like in the movies?” he grumbled, rolling to the side to work his pants and briefs down his thighs.
Mya planted her heels in the mattress, lifting her hips to slip her own pants down her legs. “I don’t know, but that’s something we should look into.”
