Page 20 of Anger Bang
He pushed two fingers inside her, stroking the bundle of nerves just along the entrance while he made leisurely circles around her swollen clit, moving at such a deliberate pace that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but beg him for more.
“I cannot wait to hook your legs up on my shoulders so I can feast on you. Fuck, Thea. I’m going to lick that sweet pussy of yours until your thighs are shaking and you’re cursing me to hurry up and make you come.”
She was going to explode into a million pieces. That was all there was to it. Between the intensity of feeling his fingers filling her up as he stroked her clit and the pictures he was building in her head with those promises, she wasn’t sure if she was coming or going, alive or dying, about to see heaven or sinking into hell. She was all of it and none of it all at the same time.
“Kade,” she said, fighting to get his name out because forming coherent thought seemed beyond her. “Please.”
“It’s okay. I got you.”
And he did. It wasn’t that the speed changed so much as the pressure increased as he circled her clit and plunged inside her, hitting every sensitive spot over and over again as the bliss built inside her, until it refused to be denied and she came, her orgasm sweeping through her like a giant rogue wave, demolishing every thought and every feeling except the pleasure.
She was still trying to remember who and where she was beyond one very happy woman when Kade dropped her skirt back into place and stood up, moving very fast for a man so devoted to being slow.
“That’s it?” she asked, blinking as she tried to process the change when her brain was just so much satisfied white noise.
“Not by a long shot,” he said, looking around as if he, too, had forgotten where they were, “but the experiment is to take our time. Remember?”
Every part of her screamed no. She was primed, perched on the edge, and more than ready to have a toe-curling, make-the-whole-world-go-blank orgasm right the fuck now. But it was fine. Just fine. Totally fine.
The fuck it is, the voice in her head snapped.You know how an experiment works, and this isn’t it. So stand up for yourself and ask for what you want.
Thea swallowed past the nerves and forced herself to look up at Kade. He was sucking her juices off his fingers, andholy shitadd the look absolute ecstasy on his face to her list of kinks.
“You’ve forgotten the other part of an experiment,” she said as she sat up, not sure where she’d found this confidence. Great orgasms did that to a woman, she supposed. “We’re testing a hypothesis, right?”
He nodded, watching her like a man who was making plans—deliciously dirty plans. “Yeah.”
Letting out a steadying breath, Thea looked him straight on. “So that means we need a control group.”
One of his eyebrows went up, but he stepped closer, not stopping until he was standing between her spread legs. “And that would be?”
“The option where we go fast.” She raised her hand and let her fingers brush against the top button of his jeans.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve taken any science classes, but that doesn’t seem all there is to it.”
She popped open the button and lowered his zipper. “Wyoming reality wedding from hell rules.”
He chuckled, a low rumbly easy sound that belied the dark intensity in his eyes. “We’d be finding out for science.”
She fought to concentrate enough to answer, since lust was making forming words so damn hard. “Exactly.”
He cupped the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her mouth, dipping inside. Desire, hot and liquid, spread through her as if she hadn’t just climaxed a few minutes ago, as if she hadn’t come in years. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his parted jeans and the hard dick she was so close to freeing.
“So we go fast, huh?”
She nodded. Doing more was an impossibility. She wanted it too bad. Her whole body, every nerve, every sensitive spot, every inch of her all focused on him as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. While he fished out a condom, she laid back on the wide lounge chair, determined to memorize every moment of this.
“Spread your legs,” he said, nearly growling out the order. When she complied, he let out a short hiss of breath. “Lift your skirt.”
Again, she complied without hesitation, some part of her knowing that this was exactly what she needed and definitely what she wanted. When he shoved his jeans down and freed his hard dick, her breath caught. Kade St. James had every reason to be cocky. Thick and long, it was mouthwatering.
He rolled on the condom, his intense gaze focused on her wet panties. “Take them off.”
Thea didn’t have to be asked twice. She wasn’t just entranced—she was obsessed. She lifted her hips and slid them down her legs before spreading them wide again. The sound he made was the stuff dirty fucking fantasies were made of, and she shivered in the best way possible. He nudged off his boots and got rid of his jeans and boxers like a man who’d never heard the words meander, dawdle, or hesitate.
Then, his hot gaze moved up her body as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her flat on the chaise before getting between them and sinking into her inch by glorious, thick inch. Yeah, she’d had every intention of going fast, but there was too much of him for that. He was forced to take his time, but once he was inside her, filling her completely, all bets were off.
Keeping her eyes closed so she could concentrate on the feeling of being split like this, she lifted and undulated her hips, fucking him from below him and taking him deeper before easing back and letting him almost slip out. Over and over again she took him in, tilting her body so her clit rubbed against him as he met her every move.
