Alex never had any doubt she was going to be spending the night with Cade tonight. She wasn’t a tease and she’d never be one.
By agreeing to tonight, she knew that the chances of them seeing each other naked was damn close to ninety-nine percent.
The fact that he was hinting it might not happen, that it was completely her decision, pushed that percentage up the final one.
He was everything she never expected to find in a man and always wished she could have.
One that saw her working in the shop with grease or ink on her, or dressed up now in a short dress and sexy heels. And he liked both.
She’d seen him casual, soaking wet, embarrassed, and now taking her breath away looking like he belonged on the cover of GQ.
She hadn’t seen Keith in as many different lights in the three years they dated as she had Cade in the several weeks they’d known each other.
Maybe that was why it seemed so easy to ask him what she did. To say she wanted a physical relationship with him. Friends with benefits, she supposed.
He’d told her no.
He’d told her it’d be his rules and his only.
She agreed.
But then tonight he was saying it was all back in her control. She wasn’t sure what to make of that other than the words Ella had said to her before. That Cade was the softest and the deepest of the group. That he could break the easiest. She’d have to keep that in mind.
But now they were going to dance at another bar they’d just arrived at, because to her, dancing was her thing. Those pageants she was in—ballet was her talent. Her mother always had her in dance classes and she’d loved it. She loved feeling the music in her soul, guiding her body in all directions.
When they’d listened to blues that first night, she’d held herself back from swaying too much to the music. To let him see how it pushed and pulled at her. How sensual it made her feel.
She never missed the dance itself when she stopped. What she missed was how it made her feel. In a world of her own guided by what she felt deep inside that only a dancer could understand.
Maybe sharing that night with Cade weeks ago listening to the blues was the start of all these crazy thoughts she’d been having.
Tonight though, she was going to let the music guide her body with Cade’s because she had every intention of asking him to get on the dance floor with her.
“Since it’s all about my wishes tonight,” she said, holding her hand out to his to stand from the small table they’d been sitting at in the back. “I’d like this dance.”
He smiled and said, “Then I’ll be glad to give it to you. Any reason to get you in my arms tonight.”
“You always know the right thing to say,” she said.
“My family would disagree with that.”
“I don’t know. I think Ella pinned you well.”
He leaned back. “When did you talk to Ella about me?”
“She was in my shop the other day when I got back from your place. I didn’t tell you?”
“No,” he said, whispering in her ear. Chills just spread through her body, erupting like hot grease in a pan, but rather than jump back from a possible burn, she inched in closer. “We haven’t talked much since you left my house that day.”
“She didn’t say much,” she said. She’d promised not to tell Cade about the reason for that visit and didn’t know how to get out of this now.
“Ella always has something to say.” His lips were at her neck now.
“I’m losing my train of thought,” she mumbled.
“I don’t want to talk about my family anyway.”
“Neither do I,” she said. “I could stay like this all night.”
And they did. They stayed on that dance floor, her in his arms, hips swaying together, songs and words changing, but not the tone of the music. Not the atmosphere and definitely not her mind.
“I’m ready to go when you are,” she said.
“Back home?” he asked, stepping back and threading their fingers together.
“How about back to your place? Your bed is bigger than mine.”
“We can do that. If you’re sure?”
“My wish, your command.” She leaned in. “Take me to your place, Cade, and show me how well you can work with your hands.”
She swore she saw the tremors wash through him. Then he pulled her through the crowd and to his car. Though it was hot and muggy out, he didn’t mention putting the top down and neither did she.
He drove faster than normal back to his place. “Nervous?” he asked. “You’re awfully quiet right now.”
“Just thinking of all the things I’m going to tell you to do to me.”
“Shit,” he said. “You are going to kill me.”
“I don’t want that to happen,” she said, laughing.
When they were entering the lobby, she started to go toward the stairs. “Where are you going? You’ll break your neck in those shoes climbing the stairs.”
“You said you liked the exercise,” she reminded him.
“I’ll be getting plenty of it shortly.”
“I like your thinking.”
In the elevator, she reached for him. She kissed him hard. She kissed him fast. And she said, “I wanted to do this on the dance floor, but didn’t want to be one of those couples. But I can do it here.”
He cupped her ass and pulled her in, grinding her against the member in his pants. “I wanted to do this and held back too.”
“I don’t want any holding back. Okay?”
She’d jokingly called him a playboy, but playboys didn’t put this much effort into a night knowing they were getting the prize at the end. No, there was definitely more to Cade than she’d thought, making her believe that everything she’d heard about him before had been completely false.
“You have my word,” he said.
***
He hoped to hell he survived this night.
He couldn’t remember the last time that he put this much effort into a night and didn’t know what the outcome would be.
Did he want to bring her home and strip her naked, then feast like there was no tomorrow? Hell yeah! Was he planning on it though? Not really.
But she just said she didn’t want him to hold back and that she’d been thinking of all the things she wanted him to do to her, so it was going to be his night too.
It had to have been the slowest the elevator moved in the four years he’d lived here. When it finally dinged and the doors opened, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out, then down the hall, punching in his code and closing the door behind them.
When he would have taken her straight to his room, she turned him and had his back hard against the door, her hands on his shirt and her mouth all over his.
“I’m not normally like this, but there is something about you that’s bringing out all sorts of urges.”
If there was a better compliment to hear, his ears had never heard it before. “Whatever the reason, I’m all for it.”
“I want wild. I want crazy. And I think you’re the one that can give me what I want.”
“I am,” he said, his hands going to the zipper at the back of her dress.
Once that was released, he pushed the clingy material down and around her shoulders, letting it lay at her hips. She had a nude-colored bra on that was pushing up what God had generously given her. His eyes went right there, his lips following the swell spilling out.
“I don’t know what to do first,” he said, talking more to himself than her.
But she answered. “Put your mouth on me. Anywhere, everywhere.”
“Gladly.” Her bra was unhooked and tossed somewhere in the room, his mouth going right to one rose-color hardened peak. He pulled it in between his lips, he sucked, he nibbled and when she reached her hand down and grabbed him between the legs, he bit her.
“Now I know what I need to do to you to give me what I’m looking for.”
The rest of her dress was removed in record time, keeping her standing there in a white thong and her heels. Just like he wasn’t sure there was a better sound when she’d said her words earlier, there was no better vision than Alex standing in front of him almost naked, her large breasts just overflowing his hands, those thin toned legs in heels and her lady parts all yelling at him, saying “Taste me first. Me, me, me.”
Decisions, decisions. He was never good on his feet like this, so he did the only thing he could. He switched their positions and put her back against the wall and just buried his face between her breasts. They were so big and luscious and driving him insane with need. He could stand here all night and just touch them, taste her, make her his.
“Tell me you’ve got a condom on you right now,” she said.
He barely heard her, but when she started reaching her hand around to his ass and moving in his pockets, it finally registered. “The front of my wallet. Just pull it out and look around.”
His shirt was lifted out of his pants, her warm hands moving everywhere on his back, then inside his pants, cupping his rear.
“That isn’t my pocket,” he said. He was sure his mouth was muffled since he wasn’t moving his lips from their current location.
“Nope, but I needed to return the favor.” Then she moved her hands to his pocket, pulled out his wallet and she must have found the condom because she was pushing him away from her chest and slapping the foil wrapper in his hand. “Put it on fast while I take care of my thong.”
“Keep your shoes on,” he breathed out fast.
“I planned on it,” she said. He entered her swiftly the minute she kicked her thong away. He’d only unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, with them falling to the ground. He barely had time to gasp before she moaned.
“I’ve never had sex standing up before. Never had it up against a wall like this. Never is something that won’t be part of my vocabulary again,” she almost screeched out.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he said. He wasn’t sure if he was in pain, or in a pleasure so deep it was touching nerves in his body he didn’t even know existed. Whatever it was, he didn’t want it to stop.
“Maybe you’re just big.”
He held back his laugh and started to move in and out of her now. Her muscles were still snug around him but not so tight he thought he might be hurting her.
“Thanks, I think.”
His hand went down around her right thigh, lifting her leg and putting it up around his hip. Then he pushed in deep and did the same with her left leg, leaving her wrapped around him while he had her pressed against the wall.
“Hold on,” he said, his hands going under her hips, holding her up, still like that, and moving his hips in and out of her at a speed that he was shocked he possessed.
He felt her try to open her legs wider, giving him more access. Letting him know she was loving everything he was doing right now.
“Oh my, God, Cade.” She threw her head back against the wall and he hoped to hell she didn’t knock herself silly with the loud thunk she’d made because he didn’t think he could stop to find out if she was okay.
“Alex,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me you’re almost there.”
“I am. Right now!”
Her legs tightened around him more, the spikes on her shoes digging into his waist, his fingers most likely leaving marks of their own as he emptied everything he had into her.
There wasn’t a sound to be heard in his condo right now other than their heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart. If sex ever felt like falling in love, this was it, and it was scaring the hell out of him knowing she wanted no part of that.