Page 44 of Don't Tell

I tilt my head. “Why don’t you do something first?”

“That’s not a question I want to answer, Suzanne. But there’s something I want you to answer.”

I lean toward him. “No, Cade. I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress.” He swallows. His jaw tightens for half a second. He reaches for his water. He takes a long, slow sip. He sets the glass down. He looks at me.

I pick up my fork and point it at him.

He catches my hand. His thumb moves once across my knuckles, and he turns my hand over and sets the fork back down, his hand still over mine. He doesn't move it. He's looking at me.

I find his knee under the table. I move my hand up, past comfortable. I hold it there and watch his face.

Something shifts behind his eyes.

He raises his free hand without looking away from me.

"Check," he says.

He signs without looking down. He stands. He holds out his hand.

I take it.

The hotel is ten minutes away, maybe less. He has a key. We go up in a small, wood-paneled elevator. He stands next to me and doesn't touch me, and somehow that is the loudest thing in the room. We reach the second floor, the elevator stops, and he opens a door.

I don’t even look at the room. My entire focus is on him — just him. As soon as the door closes, I pounce.

His lips are on mine. His hands are everywhere, touching, teasing, provoking. But I have a clear plan, a clear destination in mind.

My fingers land on his chest, and I push him back carefully until he’s forced to sit on the bed. He looks up at me with surrender in his eyes. I want this. I want him. I want everything.

He’s waiting for me with his hands on the bed.

“Take off your clothes.”

He grins. “Yes, ma’am.” He makes quick work of it. Even though I’ve seen him naked before, this feels different. It’s not awkward, and I’m able to appreciate it. I try to think of a word to describe him — sexy, attractive, handsome.

Mine.

Slowly, I ease the dress off my shoulders until I feel it pool around my ankles. I move to him and climb on top of him. I feel him poke my thighs instantly. My thighs begin to part on their own.

His hands lift up to my chest. “Maybe we should…”

“No. I don’t think I can wait.”

“Neither can I, but I want to do this for you.”

I lift my hips up and descend on him to shut him up. He lets out a low groan. “Forget about that for now. This is what I want.”

Cade doesn’t speak after that. His hands move to my waist. He clutches my skin tightly, rocking me back and forth. I let myself go, let my body do the work. My head falls back. I moan and moan until I reach the high I’ve been chasing.

I collapse against his shoulder. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, and I have one singular thought. I don’t want this to ever stop — ever. His hand moves from my waist to my hair.

"Cade."

"Hmm…"

"I want to do this."

His hand stills in my hair. Then starts moving again. "Yeah?"