He pushed her to her back, his larger body covering hers easily, and grasped her hands to pull them up over her head. He held them there in one big hand, using the other to pet and stroke while he continued to drink from her in those deep, drugging kisses. Her limbs felt heavy and her head light, all her worries and cares floating away as desire, thick and rich and wonderfully familiar, took over.

His mouth left hers, pressing gentle kisses over her cheeks, her chin, her closed eyelids. “Cade,” she murmured, sighing again when his lips returned to brush over hers.

“I missed you,” he whispered, and she smiled without opening her eyes. He shifted, his pelvis coming to rest against hers, and her legs, already parted to make room for him, widened in response.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice hitching as he settled against her, his bare cock against her bare pussy. He was already hard and she was already wet, but he merely pressed against her, skin to skin, pulse to pulse.

So much it hurt, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t seem to make her mouth form the words. She lifted her knees, bringing them high so they bracketed his ribcage, opening herself up even more.

A low rumble sounded deep in his chest, vibrating against her breasts, and she opened her eyes. He was staring down at her, his eyes liquid and dark, so deep she thought she might drown in them.

“Cade,” she whispered, and lifted her hips. The slick slide of his cock against her pussy made her breath catch in her throat. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he whispered, so close his nose brushed hers in a sweet caress.

“Fuck me.”

“Oh, baby.” His hips flexed, his cock pushing through the soft, wet folds of her cunt once again. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

“Then do it,” she said, a moan catching in her throat as his cock brushed her clit.

“I need you to do something for me first.”

He thrust against her again, dragging his cock over her so slowly and thoroughly that her toes curled. “What?”

He nuzzled her mouth, flicking his tongue against her bottom lip. “Tell me where they are.”

“Where what are?” she breathed, still lost in the sensation of his cock between her thighs and his warm, hard body pinning her to the mattress.

He stopped moving. “You know what,” he said, his voice no longer soft and cajoling. It held an edge now, sharp with impatience and something else, something meaner. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me where you hid them.”

She opened her eyes, blinking to bring him into focus. A mixture of determination and resignation had turned his eyes to flint, one eyebrow raised in question. The first shimmer of awareness that something was going on slipped into her mind, and goosebumps broke out on her skin.