Page 30 of Beyond the Cut
“Sexy tight top that makes a man hard just looking at it,” he whispered in her ear. “If we were anywhere else, I’d tear it off and spend an entire evening worshipping your tits.”
She tried to pull away, but Cade wasn’t done. He tangled one hand through her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to his heated slide of his lips. He’d never been so aggressive with her before. So demanding. Dominant.
“Sexy beautiful throat.” He kissed the hollow at the base of her neck and her knees went weak.
“If you’re lying to me about Delilah—”
“Sexy soft jealous lips tell me you care.” He covered her mouth with his own and kissed her hard and fast.
“I’ll…” What? She’d never threatened anyone in her life. Even when she’d lived on the streets, she managed to find a safe haven with other street kids. What would Arianne say?
“Shoot off your balls.”
Seemingly unconcerned, Cade feathered kisses along her jaw. “Good thing I’m not lying ’cause I’m gonna need them right now. One taste of you and I gotta have more.” And then he thrust his thick thigh between her legs and rocked her gently. “Sexy wet pussy.”
“Cade. Stop.” Gritting her teeth against the delicious sensation, she wrenched herself away. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight. And even if we’re just having a good time, even if this isn’t real, I can’t handle your… other… Dancing Delilah.”
Oh God. Did she just say “Dancing Delilah”?
“I don’t want her. I want you.”
“If you wanted me, why did you go to Peelers?”
“Because I didn’t want to want you.”
She stroked his cheek, rough with stubble. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and now that she was closer she could see lines of weariness marking his brow. Haggard.
“Then why did you come here?”
“Because everything is better when I’m with you.” He clasped her hand and pulled her down the hallway. With a quick look back over his shoulder, he pushed open the door to the ladies’ restroom and dragged her inside.
“What are you doing?” But she knew exactly what he was doing, and she was more than fully on board with the program.
He closed and locked the door, then flicked on the light. Both stalls were empty. He pushed her against the burnt-orange wall and settled his hands possessively on her hips.
“I need you, sweetheart, and I need you now.” He angled his head and claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss that ripped a moan from her throat.
“What happened when you were on the road? Talk to me, Cade. Let me help.”
Cade smoothed his broad hands over her hips and raised her tight skirt, his fingers curling around the hem as he tugged it up to her waist. “Nothing for you to worry about.” He kicked her legs apart, cupped her mound. Dawn gasped, her brain trying to catch up with her body’s instant response to the focused intensity of his sensual assault.
“I am worried. I’ve never seen you like this.”
His hand rocked, rubbing her through her panties until she was grinding against him; so wet she ached to feel him inside her.
He clasped her hand and pressed it against his shaft, rock-hard beneath his fly. “I want to be inside you. I want to forget. Something about you. So sweet. Soft. Sexy. You light up the darkness.” He brushed his lips over her ear, whispering dark secrets, things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he wanted to make her come. Then he slipped his hand into the front of her panties and slid his fingers through her folds, teasing her clit. “Only thing you need to know is I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She tried to pull back, but he thrust his finger deep inside her wetness and she panted her breaths, head spinning as the rush of sensation threatened to carry her away.
“You need me.” He added a second finger, stretching her, thrusting harder this time. Dawn’s heart thundered, blood pounding through her ears.
“You need me like I need you. Say it.”
The door shook with a heavy blow and Banks shouted outside. “Dawn? You okay? What’s going on?”
“Just a minute,” she called out.
Cade’s eyes narrowed. “He wants you.”
