He inched closer and closer until I could feel the heat of his breath blowing against my clit. Then, so softly I would barely have felt it had it been against any other part of my body, he flicked his tongue against me.
I moaned and let my head fall back, my hair streaming down toward the table. “Please,” I whispered again.
“Please what?” I could hear the tease in his voice, in the deep throatiness of it.
When I didn’t respond, he repeated, this time more insistently, “Please what?”
“Please touch me.” The words were barely vocalized, but he responded instantly, moving down even further so that his lips brushed against me every time he spoke. “You mean like this?”
I shuddered at the sensation, and he ran his thumbs along the creases where my thighs met my hips, down into the inside of my thighs, using the motion to push me open wider.
“More,” I said, tilting my pelvis up enough to hold my clit against his lips, and the touch of his widening smile sent sparks spiraling through me.
“You mean like this?” With that, he buried his face between my legs, running his tongue in circles around my clit, stopping only long enough to pull it into his mouth and suck.
As I trembled in reaction, my elbows gave out, and I dropped backward until I was lying flat on the table, my feet resting against his back. I lay back entirely and grasped the edge of the table, using it to pull myself even closer to him as he slid one hand under my ass to hold me to him.
He slipped his tongue back and forth, faster and faster, using his other hand to slide first one finger inside me, and then another, matching the tempo of his tongue so perfectly that I could barely tell which was sending more throbbing, heated sensations through me.
I bucked and moaned, a heated glow starting somewhere in the center of me, a golden ember matching the ones that swirled through Kade’s eyes. It curled around the sparks he was sending through me and circled lower and lower, building on itself as it moved through me—until it met that point where the sensations from Kade’s tongue and hands ignited an intense, growing fire. That flame expanded, and the fire whirled, until they were indistinguishable, that part of me that responded to him physically and that part that responded emotionally. All I knew was that they were building high and higher until I shattered in his arms, grasping his head in my hands as I curled in on myself as if I wanted to keep that fire burning, my knees bending to pull him closer. It took me a moment to realize that the hoarse scream echoing through the kitchen was my own.
When the firestorm had receded a little, I collapsed back against the table, breathless and shaking.
“Wow,” I managed to say.
Kade stood up and pushed the chair away again. I sat up and twined my arms around his neck. “Your turn,” I whispered.
“I have a better idea,” he said, picking me up and setting me on my feet, sliding me down him as he did so I could feel the hard length of him against me.
“Oh, God, yes,” I said, as he turned me around to face the table, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me up tight against him long enough to feel, through his pants, his cock nestled against my ass.
Loosening his hold slightly, he held me there lightly with one arm as, with the other hand, he unbuttoned his pants, shoved them down to the ground, and stepped out of them. I shuddered in anticipation as the entire length of him pressed against me, searing into my bare skin.
Careful to hold me lightly enough so I knew I could get away had I wanted to, but tightly enough to remind me of his strength, Kade used one still-booted foot to kick my legs apart a little, as he would do if he were a police officer.
Then he used the other hand—the one not clasping my hips—to push me down, placing his palm in the center of my upper back so it arched a little as I bent over.
I whimpered again, shivering as he held me both against him and down on the table. I tilted my ass up in the air a little further, arching my back even more, until Kade slid his cock along my slick opening.
He pushed against me a little harder, and I was so wet that he slid entirely inside me easily, filling me up so completely that I had no choice but to push back against him, aching for more. He paused for a moment, and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. It made me want to rock back and forth against him, even as it also made me want to make sure he never came so that he would never have to leave.
When he finally pulled out, he withdrew almost completely, leaving only the tip still in place until I was shaking and begging him not to go. At that, he plunged into me even harder than before, until he was slamming himself into me thrust after thrust and I pushed back every bit as hard to meet him.
At the last minute, he slid one hand around me, dropping it from my stomach to my clit, pressing the heel of his hand into my abdomen as his fingers danced over me and he ground his hips against my ass.
He pulsed inside me as he started to come, and I followed him over the edge, pressing my mouth against the table as my own orgasm lifted my toes up off the floor.
Chapter 20
I HADN’T REALIZED HOW much holding back from Kade about Jeremiah and Shadow had impacted our relationship. But after our kitchen-sex, we moved to the bedroom for something much more leisurely. Sometime later, as we lay snuggled under the covers, Kade’s muscular arms wrapped around me from behind as he kissed the tops of my shoulders, he said, “Aren’t couples supposed to go on some kind of baby-moon before the baby comes home?”
I tilted my head without looking at him. “I think that’s for couples who are both involved in the baby. Not one where half the couple is simply a supportive whatever.”
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
I could feel him smile against the skin on the nape of my neck. “Can I upgrade?”
“Depends on what you’re considering upgrading to,” I said. “We might have an opening at sort of supportive something or other. And there might still be room in the kind of helpful random guy—though there’s some discussion recently of downgrading that to one step below supportive something.”
He banged his forehead lightly against my back.
“I didn’t mean I didn’t want to be involved. I only meant that it had to be your decision.”
“Why?” I turned in his arms and put my hands up between us to rest on his chest, pushing back just enough so I could look him in the eye. “If we are together, and this is something I’m doing, you don’t have to be a part of it. I mean, you don’t have to... This is something I feel like I have to do. I want to be more than a caretaker or a counselor. I want to be something closer to a foster parent. If you don’t want to do that with me, that’s fine. I don’t expect you to. But...”
“But it means things are going to be different between us.” As usual, he knew how to finish my sentences. That didn’t change the fact that I was only now beginning to figure out that Kade’s decision to stay out of fostering the lamia children had bothered me more than I had let on, or even realized myself.
I propped my head on my hand, leaning over on one elbow and continued staring at him. “The thing is, relationships change. They are always in flux. If they’re not, if they’re too stagnant, then that becomes a problem. It also becomes a problem if they change so much that the people involved don’t want to continue it.”