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Lucia closed her eyes and pressed her hands into the mattress as Cade positioned himself at her entrance. In one fluid movement, he wrapped his hands around her hips and filled her.
She relished every piece of the sensation. The way she stretched to accommodate his long, thick length. The slap of his body against hers as he slid her forward on the bed with each thrust. The pinch of discomfort that bordered on pain as his fingers pressed into her hips and lifted her higher, adjusting her position to serve his needs.
His fingers bundled in her hair and gently pulled for her to turn her head toward him.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “Look at me.”
She obeyed, and the pieces of the puzzle fell together. The hard cock stretching her, the body pushing her closer and closer to a climax—each part of the picture belonged to the warrior behind her.
She pressed back, matched him stroke for stroke. She refused to let him own this moment alone. She wanted to give him something in return, to be a necessary part of this frenzied trip to his climax.
His hips moved faster and faster. If he released his hold on her, she’d slide into the headboard with his next powerful thrust.
“Tell me you’re close,” he demanded.
Just like that, the rough, raw edge to his panty-melting voice tipped her over the cliff marked with a giant, flashing O. Pleasure dominated her senses, owned her from head to toe.
He guided her down to the bed. Her knees splayed out and her hips sank into the mattress. He moved with her and lowered down on top of her as he continued to thrust.
“Gorgeous, you’re so tight like this,” he rasped. A low groan followed the words. His cock slid into her one last time and stayed there.
His ragged breathing filled the room. Beneath him, she wiggled her hips.
“Ah, hell, Lucia.” She felt his chest lower down onto her back. “If you want more, I’ll give it to you. Just say the word.”
“More,” she murmured. “More, more, more.”
He rocked back, stealing away the intimate feel of his muscles blanketing her. “Roll over.”
Mentally running through the positions on his list, she shifted to her back, her curious gaze focused on the man kneeling between her legs.
“Number three,” he said. “This time without the ice machine. Slide up the bed and hold on for the best orgasm of your life.”
Devilish green eyes stared back at her. But she was determined to show him that tonight was about so much more than her pleasure.
“Cade, how do you feel about a twofer? Number three followed by number five?”
He laughed, and the low sound left the southern half of her body clamoring for everything he’d offered.
“I’m game,” he said. “But to be honest, I didn’t memorize the list.”
“Straight-up missi
onary.” The simplistic drawings were imprinted in her memory. “I want to see your face, feel you move inside me while you fall apart.”
A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, and for a heartbeat, she wondered if she’d asked for too much. But she blinked and the unease had vanished, replaced by an intensity that promised she’d get her wish.
“Twofer it is,” he murmured and lowered his head.
“One down.” Cade trailed kisses over her hips and brushed his lips over the soft curve of her belly. His hands followed and glided up her sides.
He wanted to memorize her shape. The taste of her. The sound of his name on her lips. Hell, he wanted to bottle every sound and movement she made when she climaxed and take it with him. Her orgasms were the damn sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
“Ready for part two?” he asked as he reached her breasts, his body hovering over hers.
“Oh, God, yes,” she said, her voice low and rough. “I want more. So much more of you.”
“Hold that thought. I need to get a condom.”
