Page 56 of Anger Bang
She let out a lusty moan, then begged and pleaded for him not to stop, her grip on his hair loosening. She didn’t have to worry. He’d give her what she wanted—just not quite yet.
He pulled back but kept slowly fucking her with his fingers, stretching them apart as he thrust forward and retreated.
“And you know what I’ll do after I make you come where I want?” He licked the glorious taste of her off his lips. “Then I’ll make you come again. And again. And again. I’ll keep making you come until you can’t even pick your head up off the pillow, and you won’t care because you’ll feel too fucking good.”
His gaze dropped to where his fingers were going in and out of her, every single part of him focused on Thea as if the world began and ended between her thighs. “And why can I do that?” He pressed his thumb to her clit while his fingers continued to work her harder, faster, while he watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and her breathing erratic as she reached for that orgasm she was on the edge of. “Because Iknowyou, Thea Pope. I knew you the first moment I laid eyes on you outside your sister’s RV.”
She bit down on her lip as her core clenched around his fingers, her orgasm making her whole body tight. He waited, watching the pleasure roll over her as if it was the most magnificent thing he’d ever see—and it probably would be. And when it started to ebb, when her eyes began to open, he went back for more. He was softer this time, cognizant of the way she may be more sensitive, but he teased her still-pulsing clit with his tongue as she begged and pleaded for relief until she found it in another climax, bucking her hips forward with the urgency of it. Losing contact with that sweet pussy of hers was at the top of his things-I-hate list, but she needed the break, so he did, even as he stayed kneeling between her legs, his cheek resting against the inside of her thigh that was slick with her own pleasure.
“Thea Pope,” he whispered, too quiet for her to hear, not realizing the words were a solemn promise until he started talking. “I don’t ever want tonotknow you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Even though Thea was as blissed-out as a human could possibly be, the look in Kade’s eyes as he watched her, her satisfaction making his chin all shiny, sent a shiver down her spine. She had no idea what in the world he was going to do to top two orgasms, but damn if she wasn’t ready to believe that whatever it was, it was going to rock her world.
“I’m not sure my legs are going to hold me up for much longer.”
He stood, a self-satisfied grin on his face. “I got you.”
Then in one swift move, he picked her up so her core was pressed against his long, hard length under his jeans and his gaze caught hers. Something passed between them in that moment, something she couldn’t pinpoint or explain, but it stole her breath, and she just knew. If she didn’t kiss him right here, right now, she’d regret it for the remaining decades of her life without him.
“Kade.” She cupped his face. “I know we agreed, but would it be all right if I kissed you?”
He froze with his arms locked tight around her, and the smile faded from his face.
Thea’s heart started to race, and embarrassment beat her cheeks red. Oh. God. OH. GOD. What had she done? She’d ruined it. She knew the rules. No kissing. Never on the mouth. That was their deal. It was their safety net to remember that this was just an arrangement. Nothing more. And she’d fucked it all up. She started to squirm in Kade’s arms, pressed her palms against his chest in an effort to get space between them before she imploded from humiliation, but there was no moving him.
“Thea,” he said, sounding like a man who was not going to say it twice. “Stop.”
“Why?”
“Yes, you can kiss me.”
“I can?”
“Not if you take much longer.”
Nerves jittery, she let out an anxious squeak of a sound, squeezed her eyes shut, and gave him a hurried kiss. It was so brief of a peck that she wasn’t sure it even qualified. She opened her eyes, and all she could see was the annoyed look on Kade’s face.
Way to go, Theadora Eloise Pope. You are masterful at this.
“You did it wrong,” Kade said, his voice low and growly. “Thisis how we kiss.”
While he held her ass with one hand, he used the other to grab her ponytail and pull her face close to his. And then he kissed her stupid. Seriously. The moment that man brushed his lips against hers, she lost track of most things. But when he started kissing her the way he was now, the way that promised anything and everything she’d ever even thought about wanting? It obliterated anything else from happening except for kissing him back with everything she had. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking herself in place as he strode down the RV’s narrow walkway between the sitting area and the kitchen to end up in his bedroom in the back. The room was dominated by a huge bed, and she had no doubts that they were going to use every single inch of it before they were done.
Kade broke the kiss and tossed her down on the bed. “Stay there.”
“Am I allowed to move?” she asked, trailing her fingers over her breasts. “Is this okay?”
His eyes darkened as he watched. He clenched his jaw hard enough that the muscles flexed as he ground his teeth, but he didn’t say anything.
Well then, she’d take that as a yes. She grasped her puckered nipples, rolling them into even tighter tips, and then tugged on them, the sting of pleasure making her bite down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel like she could make noise so much that she didn’t want to pull him out of whatever trance he was in as he stayed focused on her. His nostrils flared when she gave her left nipple a little twist, and he let out a harsh breath, his hands fisting at his sides.
Whether or not Kade was enjoying the show wasn’t a question. The man looked like he was so close to losing it. But was he inches close or millimeters close? There was only one way to find out.
She spread her legs, opening herself up to him so he could look his fill as she traced a lazy, meandering line down her belly. He watched her progress like a starving man observing the preparation of a nine-course meal.
“Stop,” he ordered, the vein in his temple throbbing.
