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“I already know what you’re going to say, and I get it. I don’t need to hear what I already know, so let’s just drop it. It’s something I need to work out for myself.”
“But—”
He shut her up with a finger on her lips. “How about instead of words, we argue about this in the bedroom. I have a couple of new moves I’ve been wanting to work out on you, and this is the perfect time to try it.”
Heat suddenly engulfed Angel’s insides, like a wildfire burning out of control. Any pain she felt from her injury vanished in an instant, her thoughts completely consumed with ideas of what he might have in store for her.
“I might be down for some experimentation tonight,” she hedged.
“Might?”
“I mean am.”
“Then what are we still sitting around here for?” Moose stood and flicked off the television, then held out his hand for her to take. His white smile flashed in the dark. “Ready to take a walk on the dark side, Mouse?”
Fitting her good hand in his, she let him help pull her to her feet. “Depends. Do you mean that literally or figuratively?”
“Maybe both. I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
Angel kept hold of Kade’s hand and allowed him to tow her back to her bedroom. Remembering that she now had Rena as a roommate, he closed the door behind them then backed her up to the bed.
With the kind of care she’d only seen him use on rare occasions, Kade quietly undressed her—careful of her bandaged arm—and himself, then eased her back onto the bed before climbing up and settling himself on top of her.
Unlike his usual, frenzied efforts, Kade placed sweet kisses on the tip of her nose, mouth, chin, and jaw, working his way lower to her neck, each shoulder, and finally back up again to her mouth where he stayed the longest, kissing her languidly, as if time itself was standing still just for them.
Running her nails lightly up and down his back as he feathered his lips down the side of her neck again, Angel began to wonder in earnest what his plans for her were. “What are you up to Kade Hunter?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Eyes closed, she took a moment to focus on the heat of his breath on her skin, the weight of his body on hers, and the feeling of contentment washing over and through her like ocean waves. “I don’t know…” she breathed. But that wasn’t entirely true. She knew what itfeltlike he was doing, but she didn’t dare assume.
“Well, if you don’t know yet, then let me be a little clearer.”
Bracing himself on his forearms, Kade looked into her eyes as he slid slowly inside of her. A soft gasp left Angel’s lips as he filled her, allowing her to feel every inch of his girth. When she was full, he began to slowly and gently rock his hips, gliding into her body and back out again in a tortuous rhythm that had her moaning her praises.
Judging by the cocky glimmer in his eye as he watched her climb toward a violent climax, screaming his name and the Lord’s in kind and embedding her nails into his skin like a cat climbing a tree, Kade was very pleased with himself.
Reduced to a sweaty, trembling, wrung out shell of her former self, Angel clung to Kade as best she could while avoiding aggravating her injury further while she took a moment to pull herself together.
“You okay, Mouse?”
Hearing the amusement in his voice, she nodded into his shoulder where she’d tucked her face, hiding her embarrassment for having reacted so insanely.
He waited for her to finally show her face before kissing her soundly on the mouth. “I’m going to take a wild guess, but I think you liked my little experiment.”
God, he was going to lord this over her forever, she was sure of it. Trying to play it off, she sighed and said, “It was nice.”
“Nice?Nice?” Withdrawing, Kade’s goofy, mischievous smile was the only warning she got. “I’ll show you nice.”
With a growl, he began tickling her. Going from tired and satiated to full-defense mode as all of her senses were assaulted, Angel cackled through a mixture of happiness and agony. There was something about being tickled that sucked so much ass while at the same time brought so much joy.
“Stop! Oh my God, stop, please!” she begged.
“Was it still nice?” he taunted.
“It was better than nice,” she squealed, wiggling and flopping around on the bed, grasping the linens while she searched for an escape route.
“Better explain, baby, or you’re going to get more of this.” He went from her ribs to her knees, grabbing the same way she and Rena used to do when they were kids to see if either of them liked boys, which was, to her, a new height in his torturous methods.
