I do my best to control it, but a scream escapes my lips. I know someone on this floor had to have heard it, but I can’t be bothered to care right now. The hard wall pressed into my back never gives way as Cade pulls out and shoves back in again, over and over. My body has no choice but to absorb the pleasure and take everything he’s giving me. My arms are up around his neck, hands holding onto his hair as he continues to pump up and into me. My legs clamp tightly around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. The smack of his balls slapping against my body is only other sound in the room besides our heavy breathing. His lips glide up and down my neck, licking and biting as he continues his long, smooth strokes. I’m so close.
“Reach down and rub your clit for me baby.” Cade breathes in my ear. It takes all the energy I can find to reach down, touching my sensitive nub, smearing the wetness all over. I instantly tighten around him. “That’s it baby. Make yourself come for me.”
I rub harder against my clit and increase the speed.
“That’s it baby. Fuck you’re getting so tight. Come on baby, come with me.”
His words push me over the edge. I struggle to hold my moans in, and Cade slams his mouth back over mine, his kiss muffling my sounds as I come for him, just like he asked me to. A few more thrusts and Cade stills, coming with me, emptying all he has into the condom. The feel of him throbbing inside of me has my pussy clenching tighter around him, milking him of every last drop. He slides in and out a few more times, finally stopping, leaning into me, his weight pinning me to the wall as we catch our breaths. We’re still wrapped around each other, he’s still inside me, and I don’t want him to move but I know it’s impossible for him to stay like this much longer.
He steps back, his still semi-hard cock slipping out of me, and helps lower my legs to the floor one at a time, refusing to let go until I get my balance. He literally fucked me until my knees were weak. It’s then that I see how gorgeous he looks. In his rush to get inside me, we never took his shirt off. It’s hanging open, revealing his smooth chest, now glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, his abdominal muscles on full display, contracting with every inhale and exhale, and that sexy little V leading right down to his spent, yet still hard, cock.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna fuck you again.” He says it with a look that lets me know he’s serious, as he slips the condom off his cock.
I can’t think of anything to say so I giggle—yes, I fucking giggle, because this man has me a brainless mess—and blush at his dirty words.
He smiles that sexy smile of his and leans into me, kissing me softly. He presses his forehead to mine, closing his eyes, his minty breath passing over my lips. “Come over tonight. We can have dinner out on the deck like last time. Take a walk down the beach if you’d like.” His eyes slowly open and he pins me with his gaze. His smirk is back. “Find some other way to pass the time together.”
I smile back at him. There’s nothing I want more than to be with him tonight.
Not only for tonight.
“Yeah, that sounds perfect. I need to get this paperwork done first. Somebody distracted me.”
He backs away from me, still smirking, and I take the chance to reach down and flip the cups back up over my still exposed breasts. It makes me laugh when I think I see an actual pout from Cade over the fact I’ve put them away. I slide out from between him and the wall and walk over to where my clothes are tossed on the floor, pulling my panties off the top of the pile. Cade’s watching me while I step into them and pull them back up into place. He mirrors my actions, pulling up his own boxers and dress pants. I get a bit distracted watching him button his shirt, covering those glorious muscles. Even that simple act is sexy.
I mentally shake off the haze of lust and set to work putting myself back together. Once I’ve got my shirt and skirt back in place, I’m disappointed to see Cade buckling his belt, now fully dressed. He swaggers up next to me.
“I’ll see you tonight, okay? Seven sound good?”
“Yeah, sounds great.”
He bends down and gives me another sensual kiss before sweeping out the door and then I’m left there in the office with only my thoughts and the memory of Cade Wesley taking me up against the wall. I head over to the conference table and fall back into the office chair.
I barely have any work left to finish, but how in the hell am I supposed to concentrate on anything other than the incredible man I have less than twenty-four hours left with?
Chapter Fifteen
Cade
I check my watch.
6:45 p.m.
She should be here any minute. I pull the apron up and over my head, tossing it onto the counter out of the way, and finish putting the final touches on my dishes. During our conversation on the patio the last time she was here, she told me she loved all kinds of seafood, so I decided to make a bruschetta style shrimp alfredo with tomatoes and basil and some angel hair pasta. The fresh French bread I picked up from the local bakery is keeping warm in the oven, and I’ll put the plates together when she gets here so the food doesn’t get cold.
I ignore the fact that this is the last time I’ll see her. Well, I try to. I keep telling myself it’s for the best. She has her life in Texas and I have my life here in Florida, which is about to get much busier with the expansion of my business. I try not to think about the fact I’ll be commuting a lot to Austin, especially when I open my new bar there, and that she’ll be up in Dallas, which isn’t very far away.
195 miles to be precise.
Three hours driving time, give or take a few minutes depending on traffic.
Forty-five minutes if I decided to fly.
Not that I’ve been thinking about it much.
The fact is though, I won’t be staying in Austin permanently, and that’s a problem. I’ve been arguing with myself all day about whether I should mention it or not, but I’ve decided I won’t bring it up tonight. She and I both knew this would be only for the time she was here. I can always throw out the notion that we keep in touch somehow and hope she calls or texts me. And maybe we can meet up when we are closer. I’d love to stay in touch with her at the very least.
Come on Cade. You want more than that with this girl and you know it.
The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupts my thoughts, so I walk to the front and open the door for her. She’s breathtaking, standing there in a simple floral print summer dress that barely reaches her knees and a pair of sandals. My eyes instinctively take in her gorgeous face, then make a sweep down her entire body and back up again.
Fucking beautiful.
She blushes and says, “Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself.”
Shit. I guess I said that out loud. No big deal. It’s the truth. She’s fucking gorgeous. I reach out and pull her inside, tugging her into a kiss while kicking the door closed with my foot. I force myself to rein it in before I get carried away so I pull back and lead her into the kitchen.
“I hope you’re hungry.” I put on a hockey glove-shaped oven mitt—courtesy of Nikolas—and pull the bread out of the oven to rest on the counter.
“Starved. It smells fantastic. Do you need help with anything?”
“Nah, I’ve got it. You can go on out to the deck and get comfortable. I’ll bring our plates out in just a minute.” She nods and heads to the back door. Of course, I watch her ass sway the entire way outside, then snap myself out of it so I can get the plates ready. Working in the service industry always comes in handy as I can carry the two plates along with the basket of warm bread out to the table in one trip. Nora’s sitting at the end, sipping on the glass of chilled white wine I brought outside just before she got here. Her eyes light up when I put the plate of pasta in front of her.
“Wow, this looks amazing!” My chest puffs with pride that I’ve made something I’m sure she’s going to enjoy, and I take my seat next to her. She picks up a forkful of the pasta, twirling it and stabbing a shrimp to go with it. She slips it into her mouth,
her plump lips closing around the tines and sliding the food inside. She closes her eyes and hums her appreciation, and the erotic display goes straight to my dick.
Calm it the fuck down.
Dinner turns out to be perfect, more than I could have imagined. We laugh, tell more stories, and talk about anything we can think of. With Nora, it’s not just the sex I’m going to miss. I genuinely enjoy everything about her. I picked up some tiramisu for dessert, and we share a piece before taking a walk along the beach after dinner. We leave our shoes on the deck and strolled down to the water barefoot, walking along the wet sand, hand in hand.
Nora lets out a sigh as she hugs herself up against my arm. “I’m gonna miss this. The beach, the sun, everything here is perfect.” She pauses, and stops walking, so I stop along with her and face her when she continues talking. She doesn’t look any higher than my chest though, just at her feet as she pushes them through the wet sand. “Thank you, for making this trip even more amazing than I could have thought it would be. I’ll miss all this other stuff, but,” she pauses, “I’m gonna miss you too.”
I step into her, lifting her chin with my fingers so she’s looking straight into my eyes. “And I’m gonna miss you. This week has been…interesting, to say the least. Amazing is probably a more appropriate word.” I bend down and kiss her, a slow sensual kiss quickly turning needy. Now would be a good time to tell her I want to see her again, to keep in touch with her, but I don’t want to muddle this moment with the chance of rejection, so I resolve to tell her tonight when I take her back to her hotel. I’ll tell her then that I’m not ready to let go yet and hope like hell she feels the same way about me.
But right now, I want to show her how special she is. Words are never easy, especially for me, but actions can convey every thought and feeling. Reluctantly I break the kiss and take her by the hand, leading her away from the water’s edge and back up the sand to my deck. She starts to grab some of the dishes off the patio table when we reach it, but I stop her. “Leave it. I’ll clean up later.”
She simply nods and I take her hand again, leading her into the house. Last time she was here, clearing the dishes led to amazing kitchen sex, and as much as I’d like a repeat of that, I don’t want another fuck in the kitchen. Not this time. What I want is to get her back up into my room for one last night with this beautiful woman.
My beautiful woman.
Hopefully.
After she clears the doorway, I push the door closed and lead her to the stairs. She climbs them one at a time, and I follow behind her. Time seems to be moving at a snail’s pace, and the caveman in me, the one that wants this woman in my bed now, threatens to pick her up and carry her up two steps at a time until we reach our destination. I do well to maintain control though, which is hard to do when my erection is screaming at me. When we reach the top, I close the distance between us, stepping in closer behind her with my hands on her hips, her back flush with my chest, and guide her into my bedroom. If history were to repeat itself, we’d be stripping our clothes off as quickly as we can, but tonight is all about building anticipation and taking it slow, no matter how excruciating it is. It’s our last night together. I want to savor every moment.
I kiss her neck, starting up one side then down the other. I can see the chill bumps popping up on her flesh, can hear her breathing start to increase. I can only imagine how wet she’s getting at just this simple, intimate touch.
My girl loves neck kisses.
That’s just one of the many things I’ve grown to learn about Nora in the short time we’ve spent together. I run my fingers down her sides, bunching her skirt in my hands, lifting it higher and higher until the bottom is finally in my grasp, and then lift the dress up over her head. I want my lips on her so I turn her around and kiss her, putting as much passion as I can into it without getting carried away, as I so often do with this girl. Her lips are soft and smooth, and I keep up the sensual kiss as I unclasp her bra, pulling it down her arms and discarding it on the floor. Her panties are next, so I pull away and slip my fingers in the silk elastic at the sides, sliding them down as I break the kiss and crouch further to the ground. I tap her foot and she instantly lifts it up so I can take one leg out, then the other. She’s naked now in front of me, so elegant and sexy that I don’t know where to start. I never know where to start with her.
I stand back up and pull my shirt up and over my head, and I feel her hands come to my shorts, making quick work of the buttons and zipper. I pull my underwear down with my shorts, my cock springing free, and as soon as my clothes are completely off my body, I grab her face with both hands and pull her back in for another deep kiss. The feel of her breasts pressed up against me and the scent of her arousal is a heady combination, but I fight for control and back her towards the bed. Her lips slip from mine when her knees hit the edge of the mattress, and she sits down on the edge of the bed, crawling backwards towards the center. It’s a slow, seductive move that has my dick flexing in anticipation.
I climb up onto the bed with her, and crawl toward her, parting her legs so I’m sitting in between them, up on my knees, enjoying my view. She’s completely exposed to me, and I take a minute to soak it all in—the way her body is flushed with arousal, her nipples peaked into hard tips, her glistening pussy so wet for me it’s actually dripping down her thigh.
So.
Fucking.
Sexy.
I lean over and grab a condom from the nightstand, and she watches me with heavy, lust-filled eyes as I rip it open and roll it over my hard-as-steel cock. As soon as I have it firmly in place, she surprises me when she shifts up in the bed and swings her legs over to one side. She climbs off the mattress and using her hands, urges me to lie down on my back. She rarely tries to take control in these situations, so my curiosity gets the better of me and I lay down like she wants. She doesn’t say anything as she climbs back on the bed, straddling my torso and leaning in for a long, slow kiss. Her hair blankets us to one side, and I can’t help but run my fingers through it as I hold her head in place and devour her mouth. I can feel my dick brushing up against her pussy, and it’s making me ache to get inside her. For now, I’m letting her be in charge, and as much as I want to take over and ram up inside her, I don’t. She breaks the kiss and sits up, pushing her hair behind her. She leans back, adjusting herself to the right position, and wraps her hand around my dick, guiding it to her center and pushing the tip in just barely. Too soon, her hand is gone, her touch missed instantly. She slowly sinks down onto my cock, taking me in inch by inch, until I feel her pussy up against the base of my dick.
Fuck, she’s so tight. And hot. And fucking wet. I’m lying there, sprawled out underneath her, trying not to move so she can adjust to my size, but I want nothing more than to grab her hips and start moving, or at least urge her to start. Like she’s reading my thoughts, Nora leans forward, placing her hands on my chest and raising up off me several inches before plunging me back up inside her. My eyes close, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips, and when I look up Nora is smiling down at me.
I smile back up at her and prop myself up on one elbow. Reaching up and wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her down for a kiss. She starts moving, rocking back and forth and grinding her clit against me, setting a rhythm that has us both panting by the time the kiss is over. Her hair sways across my chest, brushing across my nipples as she moves. Her hands are still on my chest, using my body for leverage as she rocks up and down on my cock, pushing me back down onto the mattress. My hands roam over her thighs, holding tight to her hips while she works my cock to get herself off. She wiggles forward and backward, rolling her hips in a circular motion.
It feels like déjà vu—like I’ve been here before, and then I remember the dream I had the other morning about the faceless girl owning me like I was hers. Only now, when I think back to that dream, I only see Nora’s face. I try to push the thoughts aside, focusing on her as she moves, but I’m too far away to get m
y hands around her like I want. I grab her body to hold her in place while I sit up and slide us back toward the headboard so I can lean against it. Once I’m settled into it, she starts rocking as I grab her ass and push her forward onto me harder. I help her unfold her legs, so she’s no longer on her knees. Her legs are now wrapped around me, and I finally get to take the control I crave.
Using my hands around her hips, I push her away from me, and then pull her forward again, a smooth motion I continue to repeat. I can feel her clit scrape across my shaft every time she takes me in, and I can feel her growing tighter with each pass. I know she’s close. Hell, so am I. A few more hard pulls toward me, her grip around my neck almost painful, and she tips over the edge, my name a mantra over her lips as she moans and screams in pleasure. Her pussy pulsing around me sends me over right after her, and I come hard, still pulling her onto my dick as it jerks and flexes inside her. The intensity has me seeing stars.
She finally stops moving, and I lean into her to hug her to me, my face buried in her breasts as we each struggle to catch our breath. I listen to her heartbeat as it slowly comes back down to normal, the feel of my cock softening inside her the only other thing I can focus on. We’ve fucked plenty of other times, but this was different. This was intimate, tender, something out of the ordinary. And I realize why it feels that way. I think this may be the first time in my life I’ve ever made love to a woman. It wasn’t about just getting each other off. This was a connection, something deeper and more meaningful than anything I’ve experienced before.
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