by Lauren Wood
He loved her.
And that was why he was going to have to let her go.
But as the dark thought entered his mind, she wrapped her lips around him, and all logic fled. As he wrapped his fists around her hair and pumped his hips gently, he could only think about the hot and smooth tongue that glided over him.
“Fuck, Erin,” he grunted as he used his other hand to brace himself against the wall. She made a little sound of pleasure deep in her throat, and it vibrated around his cock.
Tonight. He’d give her absolutely everything he had tonight, and tomorrow, he would say goodbye.
Erin banged angrily on the door. She ignored the fact that his mansion was absolutely stunning with its bright white siding and dark red trim. She ignored the beautiful landscaping and the small pond that stretched along the side of the house. She was focused only one thing.
“Hello, Erin.”
“You piece of shit!” she hissed as she stormed into the house.
He closed the door. “It’s nice to see you as well. Did you not like my answers? I put quite a bit of thought into it.”
“You called my mom? What am, I? Ten? Have you lost your goddamn mind?” she riled.
He chuckled. “No. You are certainly not ten. And it doesn’t really matter whether I lost my mind or not because you’re here, aren’t you?”
Erin closed her eyes. She was so angry at him that she really didn’t know what to say. Her mother had called to demand to know why Erin hadn’t told her that was interviewing Cade.
And why she was emailing questions rather than having dinner with him. Was something going on? Did she need to get his father involved?
“I’m sorry, Erin,” he said softly. “I needed to see you, and I didn’t know how else to do it.”
“Why? Your answers were fine. I’ll write you a glowing profile article. You don’t have to worry about anything,” she snapped. God, the man was beyond frustrating.
He startled her by reaching down to grab her hands. She tried to pull away, but he drew her in closer. “Cade,” she said warningly. When he was this close, her defenses began to crumble.
“Please.” His voice was low and begging. “Please just listen to me.”
She’d never heard him talk like that. When he was this close, she could only stare at his chest. If she looked up, if she saw the way he was looking at her, she might lose every last ounce of strength she had. So she closed her eyes and waited silently.
“You’ve affected me from the moment I met you. You were always so beautiful, so smart, so confident. You were too young. You were family. And then suddenly you weren’t too young, and it was easier for me to realize that while you were family, you weren’t my blood. I knew what would happen if I stayed. I should have walked away, and I can’t say that I regret that week. It was the best week of my life.”
She tried desperately to ignore the open honesty she heard in his voice. “Why did you walk away?”
“I saw two paths in front of you, and I made the choice that I thought would suit you best. I was in no position to be your boyfriend. Our parents would have hit the roof. And you had your whole life in front of you. I didn’t just want you for a week or even a year. I wanted you for forever.”
“Fuck, Cade,” she said as she leaned over and rested her forehead on his chest.
He abruptly stepped back. “So now you know the truth. I did orchestrate this whole meeting, and it had nothing to do with your career. You are going places whether it’s with me or not. But the more that time passes, the more I see my opportunity slipping away.” He smiled. “I’m going to let you go tonight. Think it over, my love.”
Cade leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. It was just the lightest of motions, and then he was gone.
She watched him walk down the hallway, her heart beating in her chest.
Erin stared at him as he finished packing his bag. “You’re leaving?”
He shrugged. “Christmas is over. Dad and Susan will be here tomorrow, and the snow is letting up. So, yeah. I’m leaving.” He turned his back to avoid looking at the pain that filled her eyes.
“Right. Back to the real world. So, um, maybe we could have dinner sometime?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, Dad’s birthday is in April, so we’ll have dinner then.”
“April?” she asked incredulously. “You don’t intend to see me before April?”
He forced himself to glance callously over his shoulder. “Erin, I never see you between Christmas and April. What’s the big deal?”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I thought that maybe things would be different now,” she said softly.
For a moment, he wanted to reach over and hug her. He’d been thinking about how this moment would go, and he realized that he had two choices. He could do what he really wanted to do and take her to dinner, but where would that leave them? She should have been focusing on her classes and building the rest of her life, not stuck with him when he was working sixty hour weeks. So he did what he knew was going to be in her best interest. After all, she was young. One of these days, they would look back at this moment and laugh.
“You thought it be different that we had sex? That’s cute,” he said disdainfully. “The real world doesn’t work like that. We were both attracted to each other. We satisfied our curiosities. Now we can move on.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Just like that? You bastard. I gave you my virginity, and you’re throwing me away like garbage!”
Her virginity? He knew she seemed hesitant, but there was no barrier. He swept his hand through his hair as he struggled with this news. “Virginity? At nineteen? I didn’t feel a hymen.”
“I was an active teenager,” she snapped. “Horseback riding, bicycling. I haven’t had a hymen in years. You know what, forget about it. You’re just like all the other fucking asshole that I dated. Actually, I take that back. You were worse than them. At least they had the decency to take me on a date before trying to get into my pants.”
“I bought you Chinese food,” he muttered, but she was already stomping up the stairs. He winced when he heard the door slam shut.
Her virginity. Why the hell didn’t she say something? He thought he was just the next guy in a long line of lovers. Christ, a woman with that kind of body didn’t usually hold out for so long.
He should have known things were different. She’d casually make references about their future, and he’d nod sleepily, enjoying the idea about their future together.
But then his father had called this morning to inform them that they would be home soon. And he knew that it would never work. She was nineteen with her whole life ahead of her. He was twenty-three and focused on his business. What kind of boyfriend would he be?
Her virginity made all the difference. He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out the door. She’d given him a precious gift, and he’d tossed it back into her face. She’d never forgive him.
Cade stared at her from the kitchen. He could see the desire in her eyes, but her hesitation halted her movements. “You should go home,” he said gently. More than anything, he wanted her to stay, but he wanted to make sure there were no regrets in the morning.
“Tell me that it’s not just a game that you’re playing. You are disgustingly rich and devastatingly handsome…”
“Devastatingly?” he echoed with a smile.
“You can play with any woman that want. I don’t want to be a game piece with you.”
He swallowed hard. It seemed like every woman that he’d ever been with was little more than a notch in his bedpost, but it had never been that way with Erin. “You were so young,” he said softly. “You had no idea what you wanted to do with your life, and I wasn’t in the position to do anything for you. You needed to focus on college.”
“So you made the choice for me?” she said bitterly. “Did it ever occur to you that I was willing to do both? I would have focused on college, and I could have waited for you to get your feet back o
n the ground. But you didn’t think I was capable of handling that. You didn’t think I was capable to deciding how I wanted to spend my life,” she said bitterly. She put the palm of her hand on his chest and pushed him away.
Cade reached up and circled her wrists with her hands. “Communication is not my strong point,” he said roughly. “Maybe I made a mistake, but goddamn it Erin, that was years and years ago. I have never stopped thinking about you, so quit focusing on the past and tell me what you want right now.”
“Cade,” she said as she tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go.
“I’m not making any decisions for you. I’ve told you what I wanted. Now tell me what you want.”
The pendulum on the clock ticked away the seconds that she stared at him. Was that fear? Desire? Confusion? All of the above that he saw in her eyes. He suddenly knew without a doubt that this was the defining moment of her future. If she didn’t stay with him tonight, he would lose her forever.
His heart beat rapidly as he felt her arms relax in his grip. Slowly, he released her, but she didn’t back up. Instead, she stepped closer and ran her finger slightly over his chest. “I’ve always wanted you. Every man I ever dated I did to forget about you. But if we do this, there is no going back. You don’t get to spend a week with me and then leave me. We do this, and we do it right.”
Relief washed over him as he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers. She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slanted his lips over hers in a sense of urgency. Hers was a taste that he’d never forgotten, and his body had craved it every single day.
He broke away and rested his forehead on hers. “Do you want me to take you on a few dates first,” he asked hoarsely. His body was begging her to say no, but he was going to do this her way. He couldn’t afford to lose her again.
As if she knew the control that she had over him, a slow smile crossed her face, and she reached up and pressed her lips to the pulse that fluttered at his throat. “Normally, I’m the kind of girl that wants to be wooed first. But let’s face it, you’ve been seducing me since the moment I started interview you. You can consider me thoroughly and utterly seduced. I need you tonight.”
It was all he needed to hear. He swept her up in arms and planted her on the counter top. A gasp of shock passed her lips, but then he was bending over her, kissing her recklessly again. Her hands were clawing at his shirt, attempting to bring him closer, and he was slipping her shirt over her head, desperate to touch her skin.
As she scooted to the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs around him, he moaned. “Baby, wait,” he said as he attempted to catch his breath.
She undid the button on his shirt and spread the folds as she scraped her nails over his chest. “I’ve waited too damn long already,” she hissed and arched herself over his hardness.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he reached back to deftly undo her bra. Her large breasts swung free, and he took a moment to admire them.
“Not as perky as they used to be,” she said with a wry smile.
He leaned over and slid his tongue over one rosy nipple. “They are absolutely perfection,” he said as he reached up and pinched the other one with his finger and thumb.
“God, Cade,” she panted as she ran her hands through his hair. “Bed. Please.”
He slid her off the counter, and when she wrapped her legs tightly around him, he carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Once they tumbled onto the bed, they began to fight for control. She immediately flipped on top of him and ground her hips over him, but he deftly turned until his weight pressed her down in the bed. Before she could argue again, he shimmied down her body and tugged at her pants. Finally, the only thing left was the red scrap of material someone dared to call panties.
The crotch was already wet. “Erin,” he whispered as he pulled the lace down and traced a finger just outside her mound. She squirmed under his light touch. “You’re so wet,” he said in a strangled voice.
“That’s what you do to me,” she admitted. “As soon as you look at me, I’m ready for you. Please. I’m begging you. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
He easily spread her lips wide and leaned in to lick lightly at her clit. Her legs were already shaking, and he knew she was on the edge. When she was younger, it had been so easy to make her come multiple times. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to see if her body still responded the same way.
Without warning, he shoved two fingers in and attacked her sensitive nub. In clockwise circles, he moved his tongue over and over her again while he curled his fingers inside of her. Soon, her thighs were clenched around his head as her back arched and she shuddered in a wordless orgasm.
He couldn’t wait anymore. The heaviness between his legs ached, and he slid up her body and entered her in one powerful thrust.
Erin wasn’t ready. She’d barely come down from her last orgasm when he entered her, and she threw her head back and nearly screamed. She’d forgotten how big he was, how much he stretched and filled her. “Fuck, Cade,” she gasped as she tried to adjust.
“Just hold still,” he said through gritted. “I’m sorry baby, I forgot how tight you were.”
She couldn’t help it. Although he was trying to hold as still as possible, she needed to move. She needed him to move. “Erin, please stop squirming. You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he begged.
“More,” she whispered. “Give me more, Cade. Please.”
Whether it was hearing his name on her lips or hearing her beg, he finally withdrew and pushed back in. As he rubbed over that sweet spot inside her, she moaned and arched her hips to match him. It was as if no time at all had passed between them. This was nothing more than a dance that so naturally came to them, and her body moved effortlessly with his.
She lifted her legs higher and gasped when he slid even deeper. The tension built inside her again, and soon, she couldn’t control herself anymore. His lips were on hers, and when the orgasm rocked her body, he swallowed her guttural moan.
He didn’t stop. He continued to move, but she needed more. She pushed at the bed, and he listened to her silent demand and flipped them over. They both gasped at the sensation of her sliding over him, taking him even deeper, but they didn’t stop. She rocked her hips back and forth, up and down, and couldn’t believe when her body reacted once again.
Higher and higher she climbed. His hands streaked all over her body, touching her nipples, running up and down her sides, caressing her skin. His eyes locked onto hers, and she could see the demand in his eyes. He was close, but he was waiting for her.
Her movement quickened, and he grunted as he slid one hand down and pressed a thumb to her clitoris. The sensations were too much. “Cade,” she screamed as yet another orgasm took control of her body. Only this time, he rode the wave of ecstasy with her. As she clenched her muscles around him, he grabbed her waist and thrust his hips upwards, anchoring her to him, as he spilled himself inside her.
It took her breath away, and she collapsed on him, able to do nothing but be at his mercy as his arms surrounded her and held her.
After a few minutes, she was aware of his fingers working in lazy circles over her body. She propped her chin on his chest and stared at him. “Are you okay?’ he asked.
“Are you worried that I’m about to fall into a pleasure induced coma or that I’m having regrets?”
“Both,” he said, his voice serious. Then a smile broke out on his face as he cupped her chin. “But more concerned about the regrets part.”
“I’m an adult, Cade. I’m at the point in my life where I don’t sleep with men I think I might regret later.”
He frowned. “Maybe we can avoid talking with you sleeping with other men. I’ve discovered that I don’t much like that.”
“No regrets,” she said as she leaned up and kissed him. “What about you?”
“The only think I have ever regretted was leaving you. But you’re here now, and that is all that matters to m
e. Will you stay the night?”
She nodded. “I have to get up early in the morning, but I can stay.” She unwrapped her legs and lifted herself off him. “I should probably go clean up.”
Cade’s arm snaked out and anchored around her. “Don’t. Not unless it makes you uncomfortable. I like to know that I made you all sweaty and messy.”
“Kinky,” she muttered with a raise eyebrow. Settling in next to him, she rested her head against his chest. Melting into his warmth, she could hear his heart beating. “Good night, Cade.”
“Good night, my love.”
Chapter 4
Cade locked his car and listened as the horn echoed off the parking deck walls. This early in the morning, the deck was virtually empty. He’d been so happy to wake up with Erin in his arms, that he wanted to call out for the day and taste her until she was writhing in his arms again.
But she had to leave, and he couldn’t stand looking at the empty space in his bed. So he went on his run to get rid of some of that built up energy, and now he was going to take a shower at the office and change. But as he got closer to the elevator doors, a shadow passed over him, and he realized that he wasn’t as alone as he thought.
“Good morning, Marquis.”
Cade turned as the Irish accent seeped into his skin. “O’Toole,” he said sharply.
“You didn’t answer any of my phone calls yesterday. I gather you’re having issues with my phone, so I thought I’d take some of the stress off you and meet you in person. I trust you’ve thought over my proposal last weekend?”
He remained calm and collected as he reached out and touched the elevator button. “I didn’t have to think about it, O’Toole. I’ve already given you my answer.”
The Irish mobster reached out and gripped his arm tightly. “I don’t think you’ll like the consequences. Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”
“You invested quite a bit of money into my company six years ago, but I would not be here if it were not for Simon and Grant. They did more than give me money. They backed me one hundred percent of the way, and I will not betray them to you.”
