He began to walk us toward my bedroom as I moved my lips down his jawline, the light stubble rough against my mouth. He swore as I latched on to a spot just under his jaw, sucking the skin into my mouth and worrying at it with my teeth until blood came to the surface.
“Mine,” I whispered fiercely in his ear.
Cade spun us so fast that I barely processed it. Suddenly, my back was against the wall and his mouth was on my neck. My head fell back, granting him easier access as he nipped and sucked every inch he could reach. I was sure he was leaving hickeys all over, but I didn't care. In fact, I wanted him to mark me, something to remind me that I was his.
“Mine,” he growled as he ground himself against me. “My Aubree.” His hands ran up my sides and squeezed my breasts. “Only mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped as his jeans rubbed against me, the thin material of my dress instantly soaking through. When he pulled down one strap of my dress, baring my breast, his fingers immediately went to my hardening nipple, rolling it and sending a ripple of pleasure through me.
“Come again,” he demanded. He tugged at my nipple and rotated his hips, rubbing against my already sensitive clit.
He didn't have to tell me. I was already there. My head fell forward and I called out his name as I came. Even as I was still riding out my orgasm, he pulled away from the wall and finished carrying me into the bedroom.
We fell onto the bed and he twisted so that I landed on top. Not that I would've minded. I only cared that he never stopped touching me. His hands tore at my dress, pulling at the zipper and tugging it over my head. I winced as it caught in my hair, but didn't let it distract me from my mission of getting his shirt off.
Before I could, he flipped me onto my back and went up onto his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it behind him. I greedily ran my eyes over his sculpted torso. Damn, he was hot. I had the sudden desire to run my tongue over every inch of him. When I saw the look in his eyes, I knew that would have to wait. We may have had a bit of give and take, but there was no doubt that was over for now, and he was taking charge. My stomach twisted. I definitely wanted that.
My eyes dropped as his hands went to his jeans. He undid the top button and pushed the jeans down his hips, revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs and an impressive bulge that made my pussy throb with anticipation. He gave me a wicked grin and stood. He stripped off the jeans and reached into the pocket. He pulled out a condom and tossed it by my pillow.
“Always prepared,” he said as he pulled off his underwear. His cock curved up toward his flat stomach, thick and swollen. He crawled back onto the bed, his eyes darkening as he ran them over my body. He stayed on his knees next to me as he spoke again. “On your hands and knees.”
I sat up. Before we started this, there was something I wanted to tell him. I got onto my knees, facing him, and reached out to wrap my fingers around his cock. He groaned as I lightly stroked the hard flesh. “If you get tested, preparation won't be a problem.”
His eyes narrowed and he grabbed my wrist. “That's a naughty thing to tease about.”
I winked at him, my stomach clenching. “I can't wait to feel you inside me, nothing between us.”
His fingers flexed around my wrist, not hurting, but enough to remind me just how strong he was.
“Feel you come inside me, filling me...”
Cade grabbed my waist and spun me around. A hand between my shoulder blades bent me toward the bed and I caught myself on my elbows. I'd barely settled when a hand came down on my ass with a loud crack.
“Ah!” My body jerked. I closed my eyes as I let my body absorb the sensation. A second blow made me gasp. This was harder than it had been before and my ass was already stinging, but my pussy was throbbing and it wasn't from pain.
He ran his hand between my legs, fingers probing at my pussy. He slid a finger inside and I shivered.
“All I can think about now is being inside you, skin against skin.” He removed his hand and smacked my ass again. “Now, I need a distraction. Can you distract me?”
I nodded, then yelped as he slapped my ass again. “Yes!” I said, remembering how he insisted I speak, not just nod.
“How?”
My brain raced through all of the different things Cade and I had done during our time together and decided to keep it simple. I rolled onto my back, grimacing as the sheets rubbed against my sensitive skin. He sat back on his heels, his hand wrapping around his cock as he waited to see what I'd do next.
I ran my hand over my stomach and then down between my legs. I moaned as I rubbed my fingers on either side of my clit.
“Oh, fuck.”
A thrill went through me as Cade swore. I loved that I could make him do that. His hand dropped to the base of his cock and I saw him tighten his fingers around it. I dropped my hand lower and slid my two middle fingers into my pussy. I worked them in and out, avoiding direct pressure on my clit. It was still sensitive from the elevator and I had a feeling it would get more attention before the night was over.
“Lick your fingers clean.” Cade's voice was rough.
I raised my hand to my mouth, my eyes locking with his as I licked my juices from my fingers. I'd never tasted myself before this intentionally, but it was strangely erotic, knowing this was what Cade tasted when he went down on me.
He slid his hand over his cock, nice and slow and I watched, remembering how it had been to have his dick in my mouth, the way it felt when it slid over my tongue.
“Turn over,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I rolled onto my stomach.
“Grab the headboard.”
My stomach fluttered. I wrapped my hands around the cheap wooden rails. I heard the condom wrapper rip, then felt the bed dip as Cade moved behind me. He stretched his body on top of mine, not putting his full weight on me, but enough pressure that I felt it.
“Have you ever done it like this?” His tongue traced the outside of my ear.
“No.” My fingers flexed around the headboard.
He raised his hips and, a moment later, I felt the head of him nudge against my soaking wet entrance. We both groaned as he slid inside me with one smooth motion.
“So perfect,” he said. He slid one arm under me until his hand rested at the base of my throat. “We fit together so perfectly.”
My eyes closed as he pulled back, then slid forward. Fuck. I sighed.
“You okay?” He sounded concerned.
“Just never thought I'd feel this again,” I admitted.
He pressed his lips against my temple. “I love you, my Aubree.”
“And I love you, my Cade.” I tried to push back against him, but the position didn't allow me any leverage against the larger body covering me.
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver through me. “Is there something you want?”
“You,” I said. “I want you.”
“You've got me.” He kissed my shoulder and began to move.
His thrusts were slow and deep, pushing me forward until my clit rubbed against the sheets, sending ripples of pain and pleasure through me. His fingers twitched against the base of my throat and his breath was hot against my ear.
“I'm not going to last long,” he said. “You had me too worked up, watching you come in the elevator, then playing with that pretty little pussy of yours.”
“I'm close again,” I panted. And I was. My clit was so sensitive that the friction was almost painful. I was going to come again, and if he kept going after that, it was going to hurt.
He scraped his teeth against the place where my shoulder and neck met. “What do you want?”
“Bite me,” I answered automatically. “Mark me.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You're gonna be the death of me.”
He began to move faster, pushing deeper than he had before, reaching places inside me that made me see stars. I began to shudder, ripples of pleasure washing over me. Then Cade's teeth were in my shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me cry out. And then he was coming, crushing me against him.
It was different this time, not just a physical joining of two bodies fitting perfectly together. With this, I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. Like every cell in my body was merging with every cell in his. I'd never felt anything like it, not once. And, as I heard him saying my name over and over again, I knew he felt it too.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us onto our sides. “Thank you.” He pressed his lips against my neck and I shivered.
“For what?” I was still half-floating.
“For loving me, despite everything.”
I picked up his hand and kissed the back of it. “You're mine,” I said simply.
“Yes,” he said as he nuzzled behind my ear. “I am.”
Chapter 6
We made love two more times before we finally fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied. And that's what it had been, making love, not fucking, no matter how rough we had been with each other. Cade may have been the dominate one, but I wasn't exactly gentle. I hadn't seen it, but I knew his back would be covered with scratches. I knew he had hickeys on his neck and chest to match the ones he'd left on me. And, of course, every inch of me ached in a pleasurably used kind of way. I could only imagine what it was going to be like to have him as much as I wanted.
These were the thoughts buzzing about in my brain when I woke. I smiled a sleepy smile and rolled over to greet Cade. My hand hit the pillow and I frowned. I told myself not to freak out as I opened my eyes. He was probably just in the bathroom. Then I saw a piece of paper on the pillow. I grabbed it and sat up, ignoring the throb of pain in my ass as I did. No matter what had happened the night before, an empty bed and a note immediately made me think about Ronald and my wedding that hadn't been.
I relaxed the moment I read the first line.
My Aubree.
I settled against the pillows and pulled the blankets up to cover my breasts as I read the rest.
I wanted nothing more than to wake you so I could make love to you again, but you looked so peaceful sleeping there that I couldn't bring myself to do it. I’m going to my place because I have to call all my FORMER clients and let them know I'm no longer in business. I didn't think those were conversations you wanted to hear. Plus, I need a change of clothes, though I'm hoping not to be wearing much the rest of the weekend. When I'm done, I'll come back and we can talk about where things are going next because I don't know anything about my future except I want you in it. Well, first I plan on ravishing you. Then we can talk.
Heat coiled in my belly at the thought of all the ways we could ‘ravish’ me. I closed my eyes. Fuck. I'd never felt like this before. How was I supposed to get anything done when all I could think about was Cade's body, his hands and mouth on me? How could anyone function like this?
I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at the note again. There were only a couple more sentences left.
I'm going to stop by the loft too. I developed those pictures and want you to see how amazing you look. I shouldn't be long. I love you. Your Cade
I'd almost forgotten about those pictures he'd taken. I flushed and turned over the letter even though there was no one else around to read it. What would it be like, I wondered, seeing myself in those photos? Cade had made me watch myself in a mirror while we had sex, but I didn't think it'd be the same. That had been in the middle of things, the heat of the moment where I hadn't exactly been thinking clearly. The pictures were still frames of me in explicit positions, doing things and having things done to me that only Cade had ever seen. Even my ex hadn't seen me do any of that. He'd been very much a 'get in, get off, get out' kind of guy. Not in a rude way, but more of a 'that's how it is' way of thinking. And since he'd been my only lover, I thought it was normal. Until I met Cade.
I glanced at the clock and sighed. I needed to get up. I had papers to grade and if I wanted to be done by the time he got back, I needed to get started. And I definitely didn't want anything to get in the way of my time with Cade. My stomach growled. Besides, I was ready for breakfast.
I didn't know how I did it, but somehow I managed to concentrate enough to get my papers done in record time. I even went back and checked the first couple just to make sure I hadn't gotten distracted and missed things, but no. They were done and I had nothing to do but wait. It was getting close to noon, so I decided to tidy up and then took a shower, figuring Cade would be back by the time I got out. When he wasn't and it was now past one, I considered eating lunch but couldn't quite stomach it. I started pacing by one-thirty and by two I was getting really worried. Even if he'd left just minutes before I'd woken up, he should've been back by now. He didn't have that many clients. Did he? Even if he'd talked to each one for ten minutes, packed a bag, then loitered around the loft while collecting the photos, he should've been back by now.
A mean voice in the back of my head suggested that maybe this had been the way he'd decided to get rid of me. That he'd left me too. I put my hand on the place where my shoulder and neck met. The bruise there was dark, a reminder that I was his and he was mine. Nothing else mattered. He wouldn't have left me. If he hadn't wanted to be with me, he never would've come back, never would've said he loved me. All he'd had to do was walk away; he wasn't the kind to play games. If I knew nothing else about him, I knew that. He was straightforward, had been from the moment we'd met.
No, something was wrong. I could feel it in my gut.
I called his cell and, after several rings, it went to voicemail. I frowned, but refused to let myself panic. He might've been in the middle of something. I waited five minutes and then called back. Same thing. Now I was getting really anxious. I couldn't imagine him letting it ring and ring twice in a row. It wasn't like he'd sent it to voicemail after a single ring because he was busy.
I might've been overreacting and I hoped I was, but something deep inside me said I wasn't. I needed to find him. I didn't know where he lived, but he'd also said he was going to his loft. That's where I'd start. If he wasn't there, I'd have to figure out a way to get his address.