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When he turns his head to see where we’re going, I lick a trail from his collar up to his ear, then scrape along the lobe with my teeth. A shiver wracks his body, and I make a mental note to do that again.
Cade takes the key from my hand and easily opens my door before throwing it on the table to our right. He doesn’t turn on the lights, just lets the glow of the Vegas strip drifting in from my suite’s floor-to-ceiling windows illuminate the room.
When the door clicks shut behind us, he sets me on my feet. One callused hand moves back to my face while the other spans the width of my back, fisting my dress. My mind struggles to stay in the present when flashes from over a decade ago play out in my memory.
Him fisting my dress after a prom we both attended with other people.
So much the same, yet so different.
Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I start working on the buttons of his shirt while he sucks on the pulse point of my neck. The heat in my body grows from a small fire to a towering inferno with every press of his tongue and suck of his lips.
“Is this what you wanted, duchess?” His words hold an edge of barely disguised anger. But all my thoughts evaporate when his hands slide back up my body, bringing my dress with them, the cool air teasing my hot skin.
Frenzied, I need more. “Yes. God, yes.” I stand there, bared to him, in a red lace bra and thong, my heels still on. Needy. Aching. “Cade...”
He gives me a groan of approval before picking me up and sitting me on the table, then dropping to his knees.
My hands grip the edge of the table, fingers biting into the wood.
When his hands skim back up my legs, goosebumps break out over my heated flesh. His fingers play with the strings of my panties before he tears them from my body. Literally snaps the strings of my thong with his bare hands. “Holy shit, that’s hot.”
Cade doesn’t acknowledge my words.
No, he’s a man on a mission. And I think I’m the prize.
His nose glides up my thigh, followed by his tongue.
And oh, God. I need more.
Need takes over as he places my leg over his shoulder, leaving me altogether at his mercy when his tongue licks up the length of my pussy before he sucks my clit into his hot mouth.
My head falls back against the wall, and a moan escapes my lips as my hands find purchase in his blonde hair.
Already on the verge of coming apart.
“Right there,” I hum my approval as he licks slow and heavy, adding one blunt finger, then another. “Don’t stop,” I pant breathlessly as I grind without shame against his face. “More. I need more.”
As if insulted, Cade pulls back and stands up. “I know what you need.”
I’m thrown over his shoulder, and a quick smack comes down hard on my ass as I’m carried through the suite. Once we’re in the bedroom, I’m tossed down onto the king-sized bed with a bounce, my stinging ass cheek forgotten.
I don’t like being manhandled.
I don’t let men do that.
I’m in charge. In my life and especially in the bedroom.
I never give that up.
But it’s different with Cade.
It always was.
Before I can dwell on that thought, he shrugs out of his shirt and pants. And I can’t help but stare at his cock standing proudly at attention.
Is it possible that it’s bigger than I remember?
My mouth waters at the thought.
