Love Irresistibly
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“There are two ways we can do this,” he said. “Being a gentleman, I’ll let you decide. Option A is nice and slow and fancy, and then there’s Option B.”
“What’s Option B?”
He stepped back and yanked his T-shirt over his head.
Whoa, Nelly.
“I like Option B so far,” Brooke said, awestruck as he stood before her.
Delights abounded everywhere she looked—smooth, summer-bronzed skin, toned chest muscles, broad, strong shoulders and arms, and a hard, flat stomach. She’d never been a woman who’d gone crazy over athletes before, or ex-athletes, but it was almost obnoxious how incredible he looked without his shirt.
She made a mental note to be aggravated about this later. Much later.
“Option B, it is.” Seemingly pleased with this decision, Cade reached for her, and within seconds her shirt lay on the ground next to his. Then her jean shorts, too. He paused then, and took in the sight of her, nearly naked before him on his dining table.
She expected him to say something teasing and coy. Par for the course with them.
He reached out and ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I love the way you look when I kiss you,” he said in a husky tone. “I—”
He stopped himself, suddenly looking uncharacteristically uncertain, then stepped forward and swept his hand in her hair. He pulled her closer, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Brooke wrapped her hands around his neck, her urgency matching his. No clue what he’d been about to say, but for once there didn’t need to be any verbal dance between them. What she wanted right then was something far more primal and simple. She slid her hands over his firm chest and moaned when he pressed the steely ridge of his erection between her legs.
Yes. That. “Cade . . .” she said, her voice thick with need.
He moved against her in a slow, teasing motion. “Is this what you want?”
Since the day you walked into my office. “Yes.”
He glided one hand down to her underwear and under the lace. He spread her open, then slid a finger inside. “Christ, you’re like silk,” he said in a guttural voice. “You’re going to feel amazing wrapped around me.”
She felt a throbbing heat between her legs and arched her hips. “If we ever get to that part.”
“Sassy as ever.” He yanked her panties off, and then undid the fly of his shorts with his gaze on her the entire time. “Last chance for Option A,” he warned.
She reached up and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor in answer.
Cade’s jaw tensed, and then he was on her again, kissing her hotly as he reached inside his shorts. She felt his erection against her leg, hard and thick, and heard a rustling as he pulled out his wallet and removed a condom. There was the rip of a wrapper, both of them breathing heavily as their mouths battled, and then Brooke spread her legs—so, so ready—as he slid one hand underneath her bottom and angled her up.
He thrust into her with one hard stroke.
She cried out against his mouth with pleasure. Oh, God, he was big . . . everywhere.
He stayed still, giving her body a chance to get used to him, as his free hand tangled in her hair. He gently pulled back, forcing her to meet his gaze as he began to slide in and out of her.
“Have you thought about this?” he rasped. His eyes, dark with desire, held hers as he thrust.
“Yes.” No games right then. “I want it hard,” she breathed. It had been a long time since she’d felt this sexy and hot and good.
From the flash in his eyes, he seemed to be just fine with that idea.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he told her.
She did so, and he eased her down onto the table, the glass cool against her back. He took both of her hands in his and pinned them to the table over her head.
His blue eyes burned so hot into hers she was surprised the table didn’t melt beneath them.
He thrust hard into her and she moaned.
He thrust again. Then faster and deeper, making her br**sts bounce as he took her against the table. She closed her eyes, then whimpered when he lowered his head and sucked the tip of one of her br**sts into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the peaked nipple.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, moving her hips to meet each of his thrusts.
“Good. Because I plan to f**k you like this all night.” He reached down between her legs and teased her clit expertly.
He had her hands trapped against the table, and her lower body was pinned by his thick shaft as he took her hard. She opened her eyes and watched the bunch and flex of his arms, shoulders, and chest, and it felt so damn incredible to just surrender, for that moment, to him, to the strong, powerful body giving her so much pleasure.
“Cade,” she said urgently.
He thrust against her, deep, possessive strokes. “You are so f**king sweet,” he growled. He slid his hand underneath her bottom, tilting her hips up and holding her steady against his strokes.
That did it. Two more thrusts, and Brooke shattered. She cried out, her body trembling as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. Cade released her wrists and flattened his palm against the glass, flexing his hips and pumping hard until he groaned deep in his chest. He rocked against her, his body shuddering against hers again and again, until he collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her hair.
Brooke felt his heart beating against her chest as they lay there, boneless. For two people who preferred to speak in quips and sarcasm, that had been unexpectedly . . . intense.
“What’s Option B?”
He stepped back and yanked his T-shirt over his head.
Whoa, Nelly.
“I like Option B so far,” Brooke said, awestruck as he stood before her.
Delights abounded everywhere she looked—smooth, summer-bronzed skin, toned chest muscles, broad, strong shoulders and arms, and a hard, flat stomach. She’d never been a woman who’d gone crazy over athletes before, or ex-athletes, but it was almost obnoxious how incredible he looked without his shirt.
She made a mental note to be aggravated about this later. Much later.
“Option B, it is.” Seemingly pleased with this decision, Cade reached for her, and within seconds her shirt lay on the ground next to his. Then her jean shorts, too. He paused then, and took in the sight of her, nearly naked before him on his dining table.
She expected him to say something teasing and coy. Par for the course with them.
He reached out and ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I love the way you look when I kiss you,” he said in a husky tone. “I—”
He stopped himself, suddenly looking uncharacteristically uncertain, then stepped forward and swept his hand in her hair. He pulled her closer, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Brooke wrapped her hands around his neck, her urgency matching his. No clue what he’d been about to say, but for once there didn’t need to be any verbal dance between them. What she wanted right then was something far more primal and simple. She slid her hands over his firm chest and moaned when he pressed the steely ridge of his erection between her legs.
Yes. That. “Cade . . .” she said, her voice thick with need.
He moved against her in a slow, teasing motion. “Is this what you want?”
Since the day you walked into my office. “Yes.”
He glided one hand down to her underwear and under the lace. He spread her open, then slid a finger inside. “Christ, you’re like silk,” he said in a guttural voice. “You’re going to feel amazing wrapped around me.”
She felt a throbbing heat between her legs and arched her hips. “If we ever get to that part.”
“Sassy as ever.” He yanked her panties off, and then undid the fly of his shorts with his gaze on her the entire time. “Last chance for Option A,” he warned.
She reached up and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor in answer.
Cade’s jaw tensed, and then he was on her again, kissing her hotly as he reached inside his shorts. She felt his erection against her leg, hard and thick, and heard a rustling as he pulled out his wallet and removed a condom. There was the rip of a wrapper, both of them breathing heavily as their mouths battled, and then Brooke spread her legs—so, so ready—as he slid one hand underneath her bottom and angled her up.
He thrust into her with one hard stroke.
She cried out against his mouth with pleasure. Oh, God, he was big . . . everywhere.
He stayed still, giving her body a chance to get used to him, as his free hand tangled in her hair. He gently pulled back, forcing her to meet his gaze as he began to slide in and out of her.
“Have you thought about this?” he rasped. His eyes, dark with desire, held hers as he thrust.
“Yes.” No games right then. “I want it hard,” she breathed. It had been a long time since she’d felt this sexy and hot and good.
From the flash in his eyes, he seemed to be just fine with that idea.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he told her.
She did so, and he eased her down onto the table, the glass cool against her back. He took both of her hands in his and pinned them to the table over her head.
His blue eyes burned so hot into hers she was surprised the table didn’t melt beneath them.
He thrust hard into her and she moaned.
He thrust again. Then faster and deeper, making her br**sts bounce as he took her against the table. She closed her eyes, then whimpered when he lowered his head and sucked the tip of one of her br**sts into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the peaked nipple.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, moving her hips to meet each of his thrusts.
“Good. Because I plan to f**k you like this all night.” He reached down between her legs and teased her clit expertly.
He had her hands trapped against the table, and her lower body was pinned by his thick shaft as he took her hard. She opened her eyes and watched the bunch and flex of his arms, shoulders, and chest, and it felt so damn incredible to just surrender, for that moment, to him, to the strong, powerful body giving her so much pleasure.
“Cade,” she said urgently.
He thrust against her, deep, possessive strokes. “You are so f**king sweet,” he growled. He slid his hand underneath her bottom, tilting her hips up and holding her steady against his strokes.
That did it. Two more thrusts, and Brooke shattered. She cried out, her body trembling as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. Cade released her wrists and flattened his palm against the glass, flexing his hips and pumping hard until he groaned deep in his chest. He rocked against her, his body shuddering against hers again and again, until he collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her hair.
Brooke felt his heart beating against her chest as they lay there, boneless. For two people who preferred to speak in quips and sarcasm, that had been unexpectedly . . . intense.
