Page 68 of Losing an Edge


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Her eyes went wide. Fucking hell, I should’ve taken at least a little more time to be sure she was ready for me, but it was too late now. Her pussy was as small and tight as the rest of her. I’d never felt anything like the way she squeezed me. This might as well be heaven, because I couldn’t think of anything better than the way I felt right at this moment.

I tried to move slowly, to give her time to adjust, but Cadence dug her fingernails into my upper back and buried her head in the space between my neck and my shoulder, and she said, “Fuck me, Levi.”

So I did. It was hard and fast and loud—all the things she’d demanded of me. I pounded into her, thrusting so hard it knocked her back against the doorjamb repeatedly. Somehow we ended up on the bathroom floor, my head banging against the toilet seat on my way down. I didn’t care how bad it hurt because it was the best fucking sex I’d ever had in my life. Maybe the best I ever would have.

Because this time, it mattered. Cadence mattered more than I was prepared for.

She rose up over me, riding me while I let my hands explore her petite body. Her pink dress was drenched in our sweat and wrinkled beyond belief, and I was only making it worse by manhandling her through the fabric. I couldn’t seem to stop myself, not with the sounds she was making. Soft moans mixed with sharp cries that echoed in the bathroom, all of them urging me on. But we’d started out so fast and hard I didn’t know if I could hold on much longer.

“Baby, I need you to come,” I ground out, trying to hold back my own release.

“I’m close.”

“I’m too close,” I insisted.

Keeping her eyes on mine, she grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged me up and over her, leaning back until I was on top. She hooked her ankles over my shoulders and locked them together behind my neck. I held on to her hips and tipped them forward just enough that I had to be hitting her G-spot.

After a few more thrusts, her eyes rolled back and she cried out, while I rode the wave of her release. The tremors squeezed my cock so much that I lost the thin rein of control I’d had to that point, shouting “I love you,” as I came.

Her hands stroked my face, my neck, my shoulders, both of us panting and trying to come back down to earth. After a moment, I realized she had to be insanely uncomfortable being crushed beneath me with nothing but the cold, hard tile floor to cushion her. I rolled off her, but she came with me, straightening her limbs as we adjusted.

I was about to suggest we get up off the floor and maybe take a hot shower together when she propped herself up on her elbows to look down at me and said, “You love me?”

“I…” I blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if I should pretend I hadn’t said it or if I might as well admit it. But it didn’t matter. It was the truth, and there wasn’t any good reason to lie about something as important as that. “Yeah,” I said, grinning at the dumbstruck look on her face. “I do. I love you, Cadence Johnson. So get used to that.”

She bit her lower lip again, but she was smiling. “Okay. But only if you get used to the idea that I love you, too.”

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, she went and flipped the script on me. I tugged on her hair until she came down and let me kiss her, long and slow.

She broke off the kiss after a minute and giggled. Straight back to the cute and adorable version of herself. How on earth could she switch back and forth like that? I didn’t have the first clue, but I intended to spend as much time as necessary studying her to figure it out.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

Cadence shrugged with a devious grin that would put her nephew to shame. “Mischief managed.”

At least she got that quote right.

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