Without warning, he lunged. I didn’t have time to react before his shoulder hit my hips, and I was hoisted into the air. I squeaked in protest but bit my lip to keep from crying out, not wanting to make too much noise in the open-air surroundings.
A low chuckle sounded out beneath me right before a sharp sting bit into my hip. “Did you just snap my thong?”
More shaking of his shoulders.
“Kincade Joseph Michaelson! Put me down this instant.”
“Oh? Middle names, now? And this
very
instant?” He strode uphill, ignoring my demand. “Give me a few instants more. Then I’ll topple you onto a soft mattress and comforter.”
I growled. “Neanderthal.”
“You love it when I go caveman.”
And I did. Excitement coursed like electricity through my veins.
He ducked us under the mosquito netting of the tent entrance and knelt onto the mattress, tumbling me gently into a soft landing. His gaze turned molten, drinking my body in with slow measure. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I am definitely the luckiest guy in all of Philly.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Such flattery will get you everywhere.”
Remaining on his knees, he tilted his head and raised his hand, caressing the side of my throat. “What’s your middle name?” He trailed his fingers in a meandering line between my breasts, down my quivering belly, to the top edge of my thong and up again, barely touching me.
I shivered from the whispered contact and swallowed hard, searching for my voice. “Noelle.”
An easy smile curved onto his face. “Noelle. Because you’re a holiday baby.”
I nodded.
He lowered onto his side, his lips brushing the side swell of my right breast while his hand slid across my ribs and cupped my left. “Now you’re my holiday baby.”
I laughed, then gasped as he pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, then released it with the scraping of his teeth. I moaned, rubbing my legs together as an ache built between them.
He paused, his dark gaze holding me captive. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s not my birthday. And it’s not a holiday.”
On a deep, rumbling laugh, he lowered his head again, tending to my nipple in torturous ways—kisses, sucks, nips of his teeth—while mimicking the movements with his fingers on the other. “It was just my birthday. Close enough,” he mumbled against my nipple.
I groaned, pleasure whipping through me.
“And I’ve decided tonight is fucking Christmas morning.” His hand skated across my abdomen and slipped under the lace of my thong. He gripped between my legs with hard possession. “I’ve never had such an incredible mound of presents.”
I cried out, but he silenced it with a demanding kiss.
Falling under the spell of all of the sparking and aching that fired through me, I slid my hands up the wall of his chest and wrapped them around his neck, holding tight.
He shifted onto his hands and knees, crowding me backward on the mattress.
I watched his powerful body in rapt fascination, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing and releasing under the faint glow from the gas lamp behind us. Dark, hungry eyes glittered up at me when he moved between my legs and hovered his mouth over the scrap of remaining fabric.
On a growl, he lowered his mouth, taking the lace in his teeth, and tugged down. Hot breath fanned over sensitized tissue, and I exhaled, trying to relax. But then he released the fabric, sending a hardened tongue up through my folds and onto my clit, circling there.
I moaned, my body going bowstring tight, and arched up into him. He gave another hard suck, then released me. I panted, falling back against the cushions as I felt the lace of the thong tug down my hips and legs.
In a daze, I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me from the foot of the makeshift bed, devouring me with a heated gaze. I gave him a weak smile and pointed to his jeans. “Off.”
The one word was all I could manage, and yet the command must have spoke volumes and had the impact of a bullhorn with Cade. His hands shot to his fly, ripping it open as he stood. The tent wasn’t as tall as he was, so he bent over, which tensed the gorgeous muscles of his arms, chest, and abs. His body was a work of art, carved from his years of rowing crew.
Damn, I love crew.
He shucked his jeans from his body and tossed them aside.
Commando.
I blinked, gaping at the beauty of his entire naked form. Powerful thighs led to a trim waist. The V muscles angled down from his waist, cradling a dark mass of curls in his groin area. And jutting out from there, pointing my way in urgent demand, was nine plus inches of thick cock, hardened just for me.
Before I was able to form coherent thoughts, Cade stalked forward, kneeling. And the closer he came, the more incredible he looked. Everywhere. But I became obsessed with one throbbing thing.
While he knelt before me, I sat up, bringing his shaft to my eye level, marveling over the size. I attempted to wrap my hand around the base but failed, my fingers not quite touching. “Oh my God.” With soft pressure, I skimmed my palm and fingers up the length.
He groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head before his eyelids pinched shut.
My fingers released their pressure when I reached the tip, and I traced the bulging head. “It’s…”
“Hannah?”
I blinked and looked at him, unaware of how long I’d zoned out.
He smirked. “I told you I had a massive cock.”
I laughed, then kissed the soft skin covering the tip, cradling the rigid length in my hand. “Yes, you did.”
“Great. Let’s agree: it’s huge, amazing, a work of art.” His slow words came out between shuddering breaths. “Now can you please make me the luckiest man
on Earth
and suck it deep into your mouth?”
A sizzling arc of fire flashed between my legs, moisture pooling there at his words as if by his command. My body already responded to Cade as if I belonged to him.
At the same time, a heavy ache burned deeper, higher, up behind my ribs. If I’d been unsure before, I’d become certain now. It happened from all his grand romantic gestures. With his every protective instinct. In his vulnerable moments, heart bared to me in tender trust, and in moments like these, where we could be intensely sexual one minute and laughing the next—I’d fallen for this man, hard.
I loved him.
And so I did as he asked. Not because he’d asked, but because I wanted to please him.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, gripping as firmly as I could. With soft pressure, I slid my lips over the tip, reaching the ridge before pulling back, flicking my tongue to lick along the underside as I dragged my mouth away.
His breath stuttered before he let out a low moan.
Firming my lips, I kissed the tip, then sucked hard, drawing him in, inch by slow inch, while I tightened my grip on his shaft. Cade trembled, groaning in pleasure.
As I pulled him deeper, I moaned from the ache burning between my thighs. It was as if the rest of my body knew about the incredibleness that I worshiped and wanted to be done with all the teasing. The rest of me wanted to experience the glorious cock my mouth currently enjoyed.
Now.
On a slow upstroke, swirling my tongue around him on the way back, I gripped his shaft hard in my hand and pulled my mouth from him.
“Cade?” My word was whispered against his flesh. My tone, begging.
A finger lifted my chin up, bringing my gaze to meet his. Those dark sapphire eyes glittered with lust. “What do you need, Hannah? It’s yours.”
“I…I need you in me, Cade. I might die if you don’t slide inside.”
He smirked.
Then in a sudden blur, he lunged forward and was on me, hot and hard. His legs pressed my thighs outward. His rigid shaft slid through slick folds, dragging over my bundle of nerves, igniting me with sparks of pleasure.
I arched into him, wrapping my arms around his back, burying my mouth in the crook of his neck. I whimpered into his skin as he pulled back and slid forward again.
In a steady rhythm, he eased back and rocked forward, slowly. Maddeningly.
My entire body shuddered from head to toe as I ached in need. “Please, Cade. Please. I’m begging you. Slide deep inside of me.”
He chuckled, lowering his lips to my ear. “Damn, I love what your mouth does and says.”
I gave him a tender smile, falling harder with his every word and action. But he pulled away from me, and cool air kissed my exposed skin. When he rocked onto his knees, I furrowed my brow. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom. I can’t believe I didn’t think of condoms.” A deep scowl marred his face.
I shook my head, grabbing his forearm, pulling him down. “You’ve always used condoms?”
“Religiously.”
“Well, I’m on the pill to regulate my cycles. And if you don’t take me now, I will explode into a hot mess right here, with or without you.”
“Holy fuck. You exploding without me? Now I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Shaking my head, I laughed softly. “Later. Now? I need you.”
His face grew serious. He swallowed hard.
A cool breeze drifted into the tent, and the candles right outside flickered, then snuffed out. The gas lamp on the table behind me remained the only nearby illumination.
Arching my body up, I ground my hips into him. “Please, Cade. I need you.”
He exhaled a shaky breath. “Tell me
exactly
what you need.”
“Your mouth on me.” I shivered, imagining the heat of his lips and tongue pleasuring me.
He knelt between my legs. With a wicked grin, he leaned over, dragging his body up mine. When he had stretched out alongside me, he captured my lips in a searing kiss.
I groaned into his mouth before pulling back, murmuring as I gave him tender kisses, “That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know what you meant. But I want to hear you
tell
me what you want.” He nipped my lips as I memorized every part of this moment we’d been waiting five long months for.
“Your mouth on me,” I repeated, biting my lip. “Lower.”
He grinned. Then he brushed his lips back along my jawline. Heated breath fogged down my neck before he reached up to tug my earlobe with his teeth.
I let out a soft whimper and shivered, then angled my face away, baring more of my neck.
He drew my skin between his lips in small sucks, trailing downward. When he didn’t move for a moment, I took a deep breath and looked at him.
He stared at my breasts, losing focus for a few seconds as he skimmed the back of his fingers along the outer curve of one. He bent down and followed where his fingers had been with open lips. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, his heated breath dancing over my skin. My body trembled under his touch, breaking out in goose bumps.
A flash of pleasure arced through me, and I groaned, arching off the comforter. He dropped his head and clamped his mouth down onto my peaked nipple.
I gasped.
He growled, sucking hard.
Then he pulled away, blowing on the moistened tip. He brushed the backs of his fingers down my side to my hip and back up, dipping into the curve of my waist. Then he paused. “What do you want?”
I exhaled through pursed lips. “You know what I want.”
He gave out a low chuckle. “Yeah, I do.”
“Tease,” I accused. “Why don’t you take charge? Take what you want.”
Another drag of his hand flirted across my hip. Only this time, he left it there, gripping possessively. “I am in charge. But so are you. Remember our talk in the supply closet?”
My eyes drifted shut. “I remember your mouth on my nipple, your hard cock grinding in between my legs. The rest is a bit blurry.”
“What did I say after that?”
I slid my hand up his arm, over a shoulder. “You didn’t want our first time be in a supply closet.”
“Damn straight, I didn’t. You deserved better than a quick wall fuck.” He gripped my hip harder. “Then you asked how I imagined our first time.”
Eyes still closed, I smiled. “And you said you weren’t going to give me an itinerary.”
“That’s right.” He leaned down, brushing his lips over my temple. “Then I said I planned on rounding the bases. So I’ll ask you again, what do you want?”
The moment the light bulb went off in my head, I sucked in a breath, my lips parting. “Third base.”
“Which is?”
“Your mouth on my” —I paused and swallowed hard— “clit.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” The word came out breathless.
He edged lower, leaning over to my hardened nipple again. Then he dipped down, sucked hard, and pulled his mouth off with a loud popping noise.
I gasped again.
His lips twisted into a wicked smirk. “And he steals second.” He whispered the statement like a seasoned sports announcer.
Shifting further down, a smile played on his lips as he brushed his mouth along my skin, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses along the curve inside my hipbone that made my lower belly quiver. When he moved in between my legs, he dropped his head, his breath fanning up my inner thigh. “He has third in his sights. Will no one stop him?”
My soft chuckle made him glance up. The light from the gas lamp flickered across his ruggedly beautiful face, illuminating eyes that glittered with a mixture of amusement and lust. I bit my lower lip, my chest rising on an inhale.
As his gaze locked onto mine, he lowered his mouth and swept a broadened tongue across sensitized nerves. He continued licking upward until he found my clit. The moment he flicked his tongue, I cried out.
He lifted his head, smirking. “He’s slid into third.”
All of a sudden, he closed his eyes and bore down. Sensations overwhelmed me as he alternated hard and soft with licks, sucks, and gentle bites. I moaned in between gasps of air. When I began to squirm, aching for release, needing more, he clamped his hands down on my upper thighs.
I swallowed hard and stopped fighting and started riding every ounce of pleasure he delivered to me. My muscles tensed tight. My breaths shortened to pants. As I rode the edge of release, I lost control and curved upward, digging my nails into his shoulders.
On a growl, he rose onto his knees. His hands cupped my ass as he yanked my hips up.