Page 37 of Summer Heat
“Come on, you can take me.”
She let out a husky laugh. “Umm … you’re bigger than I imagined.” She blushed and settled herself onto him completely, taking him to a heaven he’d never thought existed.
Her inner walls cushioned him tight in moist heat, a perfect fit. Before he could think, she started to move, gliding up and down on his shaft. He couldn’t breathe, could only get lost in the perfection he found inside her body.
Needing to touch her, he grasped her hip with one hand, holding on as she rode him, her hot sheath clasping around him. Up and down, grinding as their bodies collided, meshing together, melding. Heat flooded him, and his heart pumped hard inside his chest, his body close to soaring.
“Not coming without you,” he said, holding back despite the blood boiling in his veins.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, sweet satisfaction on her face.
He glanced down, his gaze taking in his cock, slick with her arousal, being swallowed up by her body.
“Again,” he muttered, entranced by the sight.
She bit down on her lower lip and pushed herself up, revealing his long length before she dropped down on him once more. “Oh God, I’m close.”
Her words took him by surprise, inflaming his need even more. “Then come,” he ordered.
At his command, she clenched her thighs tighter and pitched forward, her pubic bone hitting his. She cried out, the beginning of her orgasm crash
ing over her, and she rocked harder, grasping his wrist, holding on as she rode out the waves. He watched her, a vision as her breasts bounced and her body trembled, all for him.
“Kade!” His name on her lips triggered his release, and he came harder than ever, his entire body overcome by swells of ecstasy the likes of which he’d never known.
* * *
Lexie sat in bed with Kade, eating freshly delivered pizza right out of the box. For a man who liked his desk immaculate and his closet hangers just so, she was surprised he didn’t mind the crumbs in his bed. She was equally surprised by how at ease she felt with him after. He’d helped her off him, accompanied her to the bathroom to clean up, where they’d ended up sharing a fast shower, quick only because their stomachs were growling from the lack of sustenance all evening.
He’d lent her a tee shirt, declined her offer to leave, which she had to admit set her heart fluttering again. As if the amazing orgasms he’d given her in the car and in his bed, weren’t enough to have her smiling wide.
“I love cheesy pizza,” she said, placing the crust down and wiping her fingers on a napkin. The garlicky scent smelled like heaven to her.
“Me too.” He grabbed a napkin of his own.
She glanced over. His hair was a mess, but he was the sexiest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. “You know, I’m surprised you don’t mind … the mess.” She gestured to the box and balled up napkins.
He stilled.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“No. I need to explain.” He threw all the garbage into the box and placed the cardboard onto the floor before turning back to her. “Where do I begin?”
She curled her legs beneath her and clasped his hand in hers. “Wherever you’re comfortable. I’m listening.”
He ducked his head, not meeting her gaze as he began to speak. “I wasn’t the easiest child, and I mean that seriously as well as literally.”
“Geniuses rarely are,” she said, hoping to lighten the moment.
His mouth lifted, and she caught sight of the dimple she thought was so hot.
“The thing is, my mother didn’t think I was smart. She didn’t think I was anything but an annoyance she didn’t want to deal with.”
She gasped, unable to hold back her horrified reaction.
A muscle worked in his jaw as he spoke, and suddenly she hated a woman she’d never even met.
“It’s okay. I’ve accepted it.” His laugh was harsh. “Anyway, you saw the picture of my brother, right?”
