A shiver races down my spine. I swallow hard and slip the blazer off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. My hands tremble as I yank my tank top over my head and reach behind me for the clasp of my bra. It falls next.
I go to kick off my heels.
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head, voice like gravel. “Keep those heels on. I want you just like this. Wrecked. Wild-eyed. Covered in freckles.”
He drags his tongue over his bottom lip, pupils blown.
“Mine.”
I whimper, knees weak, and slide my wide-legged pants down my hips. My thong follows, pooling at my feet until I’m left in nothing but heels and the racing beat of my heart.
Kade’s jaw flexes. He adjusts himself through the front of his sweats, eyes locked on my body like he’s starving.
“Just missing one thing.”
He turns, crossing to the closet.
I don’t know what I expect, but when he comes back, my breath catches.
He’s holding one of his cowboy hats, a black Stetson saved for fancy occasions. The one he wore the day of the mediation hearing.
God, that feels like forever ago.
My throat works around a painful swallow, but I stay still, letting him lead this.Needinghim to lead this.
He steps close, drops the hat gently onto my head, then steps back again, groaning deep in his chest.
“Fuckin’ hell, darlin’. Look at you. Wearin’ nothin’ but my hat and those sky-high heels I’ve fantasized about since the day I met you.”
“You have?” I breathe, shivering.
He nods slowly, slipping his sweats down until he’s in nothing but his boxer briefs. His cock strains against the fabric.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about bendin’ you over that shitty couch and eatin’ your sweet cunt from behind while you looked just like this…”
“In your hat?” I ask, throat tight, pussy clenching around nothing.
“My hat, your heels. Little of my country, poured all over your sexy city girl ass” he mutters, palming himself, lips wet. “Sit on the bed. Feet up. Spread those pretty legs for me.”
My body obeys before I can think. I climb onto the mattress, spine brushing the headboard, and part my thighs.
He closes the distance, standing just to my right and peers between my legs, catching sight of something I’m sure is truly indecent.
“Soaked,” he breathes. “Wanna watch you touch yourself.”
Heat floods my cheeks as I trail my fingers down and swirl them between my legs, already trembling.
“That’s it. Rub slow. Wanna see how pretty you fall apart for me.”
I moan softly, hips rolling and slip a finger inside myself, then two, already shivering at the pleasure that rockets through my system.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, his heavy cock twitching against the fabric. “That’s sexy as hell.”
“Can I watch you, too?” I whimper, throat dry. “Please, Kade?”
He curses but yanks his boxers down and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking slowly.
It’s long and thick, the tip already a deep shade of red. I know there’s a vein just beneath his shaft that throbs and pulses when he’s this hard and the thought makes me even more turned on.
