I dialed Hannah. It rang twice before she answered.
“Cade?” Her voice sounded sleepy.
“Did I wake you?”
“No. Maybe.” She yawned.
“Where are you?”
She huffed out soft laugh. “My bed.”
“Where are my sisters?”
“Kiki stumbled into the living room and passed out on the couch. Kendall and Kristen are sound asleep on the other side of my bed.”
“Want to see me?”
Her sexy whimper turned into a purr. “Yeah, but I can’t drive.”
“Don’t need to.”
Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Where are you?”
“Out back. Look for the guy in the tent.”
I heard a short gasp. Then the line went dead.
Her back door opened and closed. Seconds later, a flashlight beam scanned the backyard.
She appeared in the tent opening, blinking. “When…how?”
I grinned. “As soon as the guys left, I grabbed Mase’s tent. Looks great in your backyard, don’t you think?”
A seductive smile curved her lips. “You look great in my backyard.”
Her long, dark hair was messy, wild. She wore a little black nightie that hinted at her delicious curves beneath.
The breeze caught a corner of the gauzy fabric, whipping it up to her hip. Her thigh was exposed all the way to a tiny lace thong strap.
“When did you buy that outfit?” My voice came out hoarse.
I’d seen her in two states: clothed and naked. Never this in-between phase that made me want to watch her almost as badly as I wanted to touch her. Almost.
She shifted her weight and rubbed the fingers of one hand absently up her other arm. “Shortly after our first date.”
I tried to remember. “Which first date?”
Her pink tongue flicked out, licking her lips. She pulled her lower lip in with her teeth, biting one side of it, holding it there.
Fuck. I wanted to suck her lip back out. My mouth watered.
When she released it, the skin glistened, plump. “The very first one. Remember? I imagined you naked, in my cupcake meadow.”
I chuckled. “And you imagined yourself in that outfit?”
A slight headshake sent her hair tumbling over her shoulder, baring the upper curves of her breasts. “No, I imagined myself naked with you, both of us covered in frosting. I licked some off of you, you licked some off of me…”
“Fuck me.”
A sexy smirk curled her lips. “That is the idea.”
I tried to remain calm. My impatient primal side wanted to order her over to me. Demand. Show her everything I craved to do to her, needed her to give to me, repeatedly. But I didn’t. Not yet. The lazy foreplay unfolding between us was unlike any other. And she seemed content on standing right where she was—teasing me.
“We need to add frosting to the list, Maestro. Right beside honey, chocolate sauce, caramel sauce, and whipped cream.”
Her brows drew together. “Wait. Was there whipped cream?”
I grumbled, “If there wasn’t, I’m adding it.”
She smiled. “Okay. And now frosting. You know we’ll have to make it fresh. Half the fun will be making it and deciding on the colors.”
“The other half will be licking it off.” I frowned. “Wait. That’s not right.”
Confused, she shook her head. “What isn’t right?”
“That the ‘licking off’ part would only be half the fun. More like three-quarters.”
Her shoulders shook with silent laughter—which did this amazing bouncing thing to her breasts hidden by that black nightie, the subject of our discussion. “So where exactly did you buy that?” I gestured my finger to the outfit.
She tilted her head. I had no idea whether she was aware of her actions, but her hand had abandoned her arm. She now rubbed it back and forth in barely perceptible movements, just underneath the curve of her breast. “It’s a baby-doll. And why do you want to know?”
My gaze got stuck on that tantalizing movement. I swallowed hard. “Oh, I don’t know. To buy you presents, send them a thank-you card, buy stock in their company…”
There went her lower lip again, sucked into her mouth, before she slowly released it again. Her talented mouth had teased and sucked other things so well, my mind blew, thoughts scattering.
Her hand shifted from the gentle stroking below her breast and smoothed up over it. She hissed in a breath when her fingers drifted over the center. I couldn’t see her nipples, but I imagined them hard, aching for my lips, my teeth.
She took a step closer. “I bought it at Nordstrom, but it’s made by Agent Provocateur.”
“I like this Agent Provocateur. Why did you buy a baby-doll over anything else?”
She smirked. “Because they don’t sell burlap bags.”
“Fuck burlap bags. New rule: baby-dolls are the new burlap bag.”
She pursed her lips together as her gaze drifted over me. “Watcha got under there, Cade?”
I looked down. My bare legs had tangled in the sheet. One was exposed all the way to my hip with the sheet covering only part of my waist and groin. I leaned back, crossing my hands behind my head on the pillow. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
She sucked her lip in for a third time, capturing it between her teeth.
“You know that drives me crazy, right?” Part of me wondered if she knew she pushed my buttons, but the other part hoped it was coincidence—like everything she did, and all that she was, had been made just for me.
“What?” She stepped closer and pressed her breasts together. One of the little lace straps fell off her shoulder.
I swallowed when her teeth released what she’d bitten. “Your lip. When you pull it into your mouth. Jealousy has me torn between wanting to be the one to bite it and needing you to put that pretty mouth all over me.”
She gave me a slow smile as the other strap fell off her shoulder. My gaze drifted down to her breasts. When she pulled her arms away, the gauzy fabric clung to her body only by her curves. “On or off?”
“Off.” My voice sounded gruff. The time for talking had passed. I wanted Hannah naked, on me. I needed to be in her.
Fabric fluttered to the ground.
My breath caught at her beauty, every dip and curve, delicate skin over deceptive strength. Exquisite.
Mine.
She’d left her thong on. But as she knelt down and crawled over me, the tiny scrap of lace between us ceased to matter.
“Cade?” She pulled the sheet away, and my erection sprang free, hot and pulsing. I sucked in a sharp breath, hoping her warm mouth might soothe it, those plump lips and teeth finally finding a better use than chewing on her lower lip. Then I exhaled slowly, my cock twitching, as I imagined sinking deep into her.
“Mmm?” I blinked, focusing on her face.
She hadn’t touched me yet. Only stared at me, reading me.
When she opened her mouth, I leaned up and captured it in a hard kiss, silencing her. Then I pulled away, eyes narrowing. “Not words from your mouth. Actions by your mouth.”
“So bossy.” She shoved hard on one shoulder, and I relaxed, letting her push me back down onto the pillow.
She gave me a mischievous grin as she crawled down my body. Then she pulled her damned lip inside her mouth again. “No. No more lip biting. Cock sucking.”
She released her lip, hovering her mouth over me. Hot air fogged across my skin, and my breath caught while she watched me. A deep ache fired through my cock, and I clenched my fists in the sheets to hold still. My brows furrowed as my chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.
“Yes, sir.”
Her lips pressed against my tip. Then she sucked—hard. Sweet. Hot. Excruciating. Her smirk was the last thing I remembered as my head fell back on a sharp inhale.
I’d missed the fuck out of her.
When we came together, nothing else existed. I needed what she provided: grounding, understanding, comfort. To be lost and found—with her.
I let out a ragged groan as Hannah showed me I had nothing to be jealous of with her abused lower lip. She’d been saving all of the talented things her mouth did for me.