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  Groaning, he sits up, making sure to keep his weight off me, and pulls down the top of my dress, bringing it to bunch at my waist. His eyes storm with something I can’t decipher as he stares down at my white lace bra, that’s until he grabs the heavy metal cross on my chest. He gently removes it then leans over top of me to place it on the small table by the bed. “Is that okay?” he asks softly in my ear. I nod, touched that he cared enough to ask, especially considering how he feels about it.

  Rising up, he trails a finger across the swell of my breasts. The small touch has goosebumps breaking out across my overheated flesh. “I know I don’t deserve this,” he says roughly, “but I’m going to be a selfish bastard and take it. Because I’ve been dying to kiss, taste and fuck every inch of you since I found you singing in that field a week ago.”

  My heart warms with pleasure at his words; happy to know I wasn’t the only one thinking about this. My eyes fall closed and an illicit moan escapes my lips as his big, warm hands cup my lace-covered breasts. I cover his hands with my own and arch into his touch.

  “Raise up a little, baby.”

  As I do what he asks, he kneels down on the floor in front of me and grabs my hips to drag me closer to the edge of the bed. With my legs dangling on either side of him, he reaches around behind me, and with a deft flick of his fingers my bra falls loose. It slips down my shoulders and bares me to him from the waist up. My nipples instantly strain for his touch.

  “You’re fucking perfect.” Leaning in, he latches his hot, wet mouth to one aching nipple. My head falls back with a cry and the sweet sensation shoots between my legs.

  He takes turns going back and forth, giving each tortured bud the greedy attention it strives for, bringing sensations soaring through my body that I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling. The ache between my legs becomes agonizing and I lift my hips to grind into his hard stomach, desperately seeking relief.

  Growling, he pulls away and trails his warm lips down my body, cherishing every inch of skin he passes with gentle kisses. Once he reaches my dress, that’s still bunched at my hips, he slides it the rest of the way off, leaving me in nothing but my matching white panties. His knuckle grazes down the center of the lace, and shivers wrack my body when he skims over the swollen bud that’s screaming for his attention. “Fucking soaked, just like I knew you would be.” He grabs the side of my panties, and with one swift pull he rips them from my body.

  “Oh god,” I moan and drop to my back. “That was so hot.” And it was. I don’t even care that I will be walking back to camp with no underwear on.

  A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest, but the beautiful, foreign sound quickly turns into a growl as his eyes roam down my body, focusing on my most sensitive part. “Jesus, you are fucking beautiful.”

  I smile at his sweet words. Being as I have never been this exposed to anyone before, I thought I would feel more insecure, especially for someone like Cade. A guy who has probably seen a lot of gorgeous women. But I feel none of that right now. It is impossible to when he is looking at me like he is.

  “I have to admit, Red. I am surprised as hell to see you’re waxed, but fuck am I glad. Because I want nothing in my way when I go to taste what I know will be the sweetest pussy that will ever touch my tongue.”

  Oh god. My face flames but my hips raise involuntarily, my body clearly wanting what he’s offering. I’ve never been more thankful to Katelyn than I am right now for introducing me to Brazilian waxing.

  “You should take your clothes off too,” I suggest, really wanting to see all of him. Every glorious part.

  He smirks, and the beauty of it softens his usual hard expression and causes my stomach to do a small flip. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there. But first we need to make sure this beautiful pussy is nice and ready for my cock.” Taking two fingers he runs them through my wet, aching flesh and lubes them before inserting one inside of me, quickly following with the other. I cry out at the sweet invasion and my legs automatically clamp around his arm.

  “Holy christ, Faith, you are so fucking tight,” he groans, his voice sounding like sandpaper. “Ease up a little, baby.” Prying my legs apart, he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of me, sending heat to spread through me like a wild fire. “Do you know how fucking good it’s going to feel to have this tight, hot pussy wrapped around my cock?”

  A whimper escapes me at his dirty words. Good heavens, for a guy who doesn’t usually talk he sure seems to have a lot to say now. He smirks down at me knowingly. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, Faith?”

  “Yes,” I pant out breathlessly. “If I would have known this is what it took to get you to talk to me, I would have suggested it sooner.”

  I can tell my response takes him by surprise. Shaking his head, he lets out a half chuckle, half groan. “I swear, Red, that smart mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day, but fuck if it doesn’t make my dick so hard.”

  Before I can think of another witty reply, his fingers speed up, vanishing any coherent thought I have. Moaning, I raise my hips and begin meeting his pace. “That’s it, baby,” he groans with approval, “fuck my fingers.”

  My breathing kicks up and a foreign feeling starts to take root inside of me. “Cade?” His name comes out as a question, asking him for something I don’t understand.

  “Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” Keeping the rhythm of his fingers, he leans down and runs his tongue along my wet slit.

  “Ahhh.” My back arches off the bed as my body explodes with sensations. He splays a large hand over my hips to hold me in place.

  “Fuck me. I knew you would taste just as good as you look,” he mumbles against my flesh as he devours me in the most intimate way. His tongue moves slowly and skillfully, knowing exactly where to lick and how much pressure to use.

  I wind my fingers tightly in his soft, damp hair and my hips begin to meet his mouth with greedy desperation. His groan of approval vibrates against my swollen clit and brings me to teeter on the edge. “Oh god, Cade, I’m going to come.”

  “Give it to me, baby, let me fucking taste it,” he growls just before sucking the swollen bud into his mouth, and sending me flying.

  Everything around me falls away as my body becomes overwhelmed with sensations. Even the cries of his name, that escape my lips, sound distant to my ears. He keeps his rhythm, never letting up, until every bit of pleasure spills from my body. Eventually, I float back down to reality, and once my breathing slows to a more normal pace, I open my eyes. Cade stares down at me as he stands at the edge of the bed. His eyes are the darkest I’ve ever seen them and display so many emotions that it’s impossible to pinpoint even one.

  Getting to my knees, my face becomes level with his chest and I wrap my arms around his waist. An unexpected bolt of electricity shoots through my body and we both moan at the skin on skin contact. I hold him close and press a kiss right over his heart. Its strong, steady beat plays a beautiful rhythm against my lips.

  “Thank you,” I whisper against his chest.

  He threads his fingers through my hair and forces my gaze to his. “Believe me, Red, it was my fucking pleasure.”

  Smiling, I press another soft kiss over his heart before looking up at him. “It’s my turn now to do some exploring, Walker.”

  His jaw clenches and his eyes turn to liquid fire. Pulling back just a little, I press my warm hand to his smooth abdomen and trail it along the hard contours of his body, feeling his muscles twitch under my palm. When I reach the dark, swirling lines of the tattoo that starts at his hip, I begin following the beautiful design with my finger. My tracing comes to an abrupt halt when I reach his ribs. There, in the intricate lines of black ink, is something that looks like a thick white ribbon and in the center of it is the name Mia in script.

  I look up at him, and along with the fire in his eyes burns a pain so strong I swear I can feel it all the way to my soul. “Your sister?” I ask softly. He grinds his teeth and responds with a
single nod.

  My heart swells, and I wish more than anything I could take away the pain that I know he still harbors so deep inside of him. Wanting to offer some comfort, I place a soft kiss over her name. His body goes stiff telling me things are getting too intense for him. Not wanting anything to ruin this moment, I move on quickly and start trailing my lips toward his chest, stopping when I get to his nipple ring. Reaching up, I finger the piece of metal with fascination.

  “Did it hurt?” I ask, looking up at him. He shakes his head and I watch his eyes darken as I play with the hoop. When my nail accidentally gives it a little tug he groans out loud. “Did that hurt or feel good?”

  His eyes turn another shade darker. “Good, baby. Really fucking good.”

  Smiling, I lean in and flick the ring with my tongue then graze his nipple with my teeth before giving the hoop another tug. Something that can only be described as animalistic rumbles from his chest, and before I know it I’m on my back again, with him on top, his erection pressing against the one spot I crave for him most. I lift my hips to grind into him and we both groan at the contact.

  He latches his mouth to one of my nipples and sucks the tight bud hard enough that pleasure and pain become one. It causes my clit to swell with anticipation again. “I wasn’t done exploring you yet.” A whimper of pleasure escapes me and I arch into his mouth, contradicting the complaint I just made.

  “Too bad.”

  “Not fair. You got all the time you wanted to explore me.”

  “I could spend a lifetime exploring your body and it still wouldn’t be long enough.” I freeze, his words sending my heart into a tailspin. I can immediately tell he regrets letting that out.

  Shaking his head, he grumbles something I don’t quite catch then reaches over for his wallet, that’s on the small stand beside his bed, and pulls out a condom. He looks back down at me with hesitation again. “If you want to back out, Red, now is the time to say so.”

  I hold his gaze with certainty and shake my head. “I’m not changing my mind. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

  Rising up, I seal my words with a kiss, and as our tongues tangle in a desperate rhythm, I run my hands down his powerful body until I reach the waistband of his pants. Pushing the black material down, I feel his erection spring free. I grasp his smooth, hard cock in a firm grip and gasp when I feel how big he is.

  Groaning, Cade pulls his mouth away and looks between our bodies where I stroke him. I have seen penises before. Two to be exact, and they were maybe half the size of this. A small amount of trepidation begins to mix with the desire I have coursing through my body. When he pumps himself into my hand, a small bit of pre cum spills from him. I take my thumb and swirl it around the smooth tip.

  “Shit!” he hisses before pulling out of my hand. Getting to his knees, he rips open the foil packet and sheaths himself in record time. Moving back over me, he braces himself on his elbows. I feel his hard length on the inside of my thigh and my heart speeds up in anticipation for what we are about to do.

  “You ready, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  Leaning down he gives me a searing kiss then, without breaking contact, he rises up on one arm and grasps his cock with the other. He runs it through my wet flesh and I whimper when he skims over my clit. Once his erection is wet with my arousal, he slowly slides the tip of himself inside of me. I gasp into his mouth at the tight invasion then bury my face into his neck.

  “Ah fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he grinds out between clenched teeth. “Try to relax, baby.”

  I let my legs fall open and try to breathe through the agony and pleasure my body is going through. Cade’s arms shake with restraint and sweat begins to dot his forehead as he slowly rocks back and forth until he’s fully seated inside of me.

  “You okay, Red?”

  “Yes,” I reply truthfully. “It’s getting a little better.”

  “Good. Because you feel fucking amazing.” He gives me some time to adjust and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. The tender action has warmth exploding through my heart – and he said he didn’t know how to make love to someone.

  I lift my hips to meet his and we both moan at the contact. “I’m good now,” I reassure him.

  Rising up on his arms, he begins thrusting with sure, steady strokes. Our gazes never waver from one another as his beautiful, powerful body moves inside of me with absolute perfection. I finally know why I hadn’t wanted to do this with anyone before now – it’s because it was always meant to be with him. I know with every fiber of my being that I was meant to meet Cade Walker, even if it was only for this short moment in time. And no matter who or what comes after this, I will cherish this moment with him for the rest of my life.

  Raising my hand, I trace his rough, scratchy jaw all the way across his smooth, firm lips. His eyes fall closed and he buries his face in my neck. “Jesus, Red. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

  My heart clenches from the torment in his voice. I hold him close, wanting to comfort him as much as possible, and turn my mouth toward his ear. “This is one of those beautiful things I was telling you about that life has to offer us. Don’t fight it, Cade, for once just let yourself feel.”

  He doesn’t respond but I didn’t expect him to. Instead he brings his mouth to mine in a powerful kiss and begins to thrust inside of me, a little harder and a little faster. Slight shock waves begin to flutter low in my tummy and I start matching him pace for pace.

  Cade groans and pulls his mouth away. “That’s it, baby. Take it. I can feel how close you are to coming again.”

  His pace increases and I wrap one of my legs around his back as I feel the pleasure taking me higher and higher. Changing the way he thrusts, he starts hitting a certain spot inside of me, one I didn’t even know exists. “Oh god, Cade,” I whimper, just before my body finally falls over the edge. I cry out as my orgasm explodes through me.

  “Yes. Fucking beautiful!” he growls right before he stills and spills himself inside of me.

  He rests his forehead on mine while we lay in a sweat-tangled mess, trying to catch our breaths. I stare into his intense gaze and smile. “I knew you liked me.”

  He grunts. “Like is a fucking understatement, Red.”

  I giggle but it trails off into a moan as he pulls out of me. I turn on my side to face him as he lies down beside me, hoping to give him more room. “How on earth do you sleep on this bed? It’s so small, especially for a big guy like you.”

  “This bed is fucking paradise, compared to where I normally sleep while I’m out on a mission.” I can only imagine the places he has had to sleep, and the things he’s had to endure. The thought has my stomach churning.

  He watches me with an expression I can’t decipher and I’m wondering if he’s waiting for me to leave. I have no idea how this works, but I’m not ready to leave him yet. Actually, I don’t think I will ever be ready, but I won’t make things harder on us and go back on my word.

  I swallow past the lump that quickly formed in my throat and lick my suddenly dry lips. “Well I guess I should get going.” I try to keep the sadness out of my voice but know I don’t succeed.

  Something that looks like alarm flashes in his eyes before his arm shoots out and wraps around my waist. He pulls me snug against him. “Not yet, Red. Stay for a few hours and sleep. I’ll set my alarm and make sure you’re out of here before anyone gets up.”

  My body floods with relief and my heart warms that he’s not ready to let me go yet either. “I didn’t take you for the cuddling type, Walker,” I tease.

  He doesn’t smile like I hope for him to. “I’m not.” My heart turns over in my chest at his admission. Smiling, I wrap my arm around his neck and give him a soft peck: “You doing okay?”

  The concern in his voice has me bringing my hand to the side of his face. “Yes. It was perfect, you’re perfect.”

  He grunts and tries shrugging off my compliment. “Believe me, Red, I am far
from perfect.”

  “You’re perfect to me,” I tell him honestly.

  His eyes soften but he shifts uncomfortably. “That’s because you have only known me a week.”

  “Are you telling me that you get more charming than this? Because, seriously, if that happens you might just melt my panties right off.” I laugh and he glares at me, clearly not finding me as funny as I find myself.

  Taking pity on him, I change the subject. “I hope I don’t get you into trouble. Sawyer told me, to tell you, that he would take care of the Admiral.”

  “Sawyer?” he repeats in shock.

  “Umm, yeah. I sort of ran smack into him outside, when I spotted the camp. He’s the one who told me what room you were in.” I can’t tell if he’s upset about that or not. “I hope that was okay?” I ask nervously.

  “Yeah, don’t worry, it’s fine. I’ll just never fucking hear the end of it is all. The guy is a pain in the ass.”

  “I thought he was your best friend?”

  “He is. But he’s still a pain in the ass.”

  I roll my eyes. “You probably think anyone who talks to you is a pain in your ass.”

  “Pretty much.”

  I giggle. “Are you trying to tell me that I’m a pain in your ass?”

  Instead of smiling at my teasing, he stares back at me with an intensity that steals my breath. “You do a lot of things to me, Red, but a pain in my ass isn’t one of them.” His words send my already emotional heart into a frenzy. I’m not sure who is more shocked by his words – him or me. A frown takes over his face.

  Not wanting to make things more uncomfortable for him, I run my hand up his chest and slide it over his nipple rings. His frown disappears like I hoped it would, and heat ignites in his eyes again. “I’m surprised you’re allowed to have these, being in the Navy.”

  He shrugs. “You’re not, but they don’t know what they can’t see. I had them before I joined.”

  My hand continues its path and glides across his smooth, hard muscles until I reach his tattoo. I lightly trail my fingertips over his sister’s name. “Why a ribbon?”