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He attacks my mouth, hot, hard, desperate. His kiss is no kiss at all but possession. Hungry lips and a furious tongue destroy my sanity as he pins me against the door andtakes. He steals my air from my lungs, but I don't care because I’d give it to him willingly.
I yank at my arms, and the second his hands fall from my wrists, I grab at his shoulders, dig my nails into his skin and drag him closer.
Just as suddenly as he slammed his mouth against mine, he tears himself away and in the same action spins me around. When I’m facing the door, he steps close, his cock tight against my ass and one arm locked around my belly.
His breathing is harsh in my ear as he fights for air.
"You want me," he breathes against my neck, the heat from his words tickling the sensitive skin there. "Don't you, angel eyes? That’s why you came here."
After a moment, I nod.
His hand tightens around my hips. "Tell me."
I hesitate.
With Rylan and the rest of his pack, there was never any thought about what I wanted. It was always what they wanted. I was just there to satisfy whatever that was. But telling Kade is... hard. No, it’s impossible.
I'll be making myself vulnerable.
"Saige, tell me." He nips my throat hard, sharp teeth locking around thin skin.
I gasp as he eases the flare of sharp pain when his tongue, hot and firm, strokes over the same place, soothing the burn. "And I might just give it to you."
Might?
Do I make myself vulnerable for amight?
I don't know that I can.
He slides one finger along my skin, just above the waistband of my sweatpants. "Tell me what you're thinking when you're carrying that tray across the bar. Tell me what has your panties so soaked I can smell your need clean across the room." His voice is a low growl, husky. If I didn't know he wanted me by the lust I hear loud and clear, I’d know it from the hard length pulsing against me. "Is it me?"
I nod, wanting him to angle his finger further down, but needing more than that. I think of it now; him tearing my clothes away, driving himself hard and deep inside me, growling hungrily at my ear.
Need floods me.
Kade drags in a deep breath and growls. "Fuck, you smell ripe." His hand dips beneath my sweatpants, and it doesn't even enter my mind not to part my thighs for him.
I’ve never been more relieved not to be wearing panties than I am when one thick digit strokes against me, drawing a hungry moan from me.
"You're fucking drenched," he whispers against my neck, his words so heated I wiggle against him, desperate for him to ease the pressure building between my legs.
"Kade, please."
"You haven't said what that thing you want is."
I push back against him, but he holds me still. "You know."
"Say it."
"Kade, please, just—” I moan, my muscles clenching hard around the finger he thrusts inside me. "Oh god."
There's no friction, no anything, just my body instantly giving way, inviting him in.
Kade swears as he tugs his finger free. His hands jerk at my sweatpants, and I know I’m about to get the thing I wanted. Him.
Briefly, his hands leave me to shove the material down my legs.
I flatten my hands on the door as my heart pounds with a furious rhythm, anticipation eating me alive as I wait for him to move.
