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“I, uh. I guess?” The words barely make it past my lips with all the knocking my heart is doing against my ribcage.

He pulls back to study my face. Whatever he sees makes him smirk, and then his mouth claims mine again, his tongue boldly exploring every crevice of my mouth until I ache to feel him doing the same between my legs.

His rough palm slides up my back under my top, leaving fire in its wake, before dipping into my jeans and panties to cup my bare ass. He slides lower until he finds my slick heat and I moan into his mouth, widening my stance in a silent plea.

“I need to taste you, baby. Right now, before I go insane,” Cade murmurs against my mouth.

My fucking thoughts exactly.“God, I’d kill for a skirt right now,” I whine, regretting my knee-high boots and tight jeans as he nibbles down my neck.

Cade chuckles darkly. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all.” His hand moves to unbutton my jeans.

Before I realize his intent, he opens the truck’s back door, and in one fluid motion, he lifts me onto my back on the seat. My jeans and panties are pushed halfway down my legs, and the next thing I know, Cade is on his knees on the asphalt, bending me in half like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Everything is exposed to him.Everything.And Cade takes his sweet time, dragging this moment out like it’s his favorite game while I weep for him. My face burns as his thumbs spread me open and he then just . . . stares.

“So fucking beautiful . . .” he whispers.

“Cade, fucking eat me already—Oh fuck!”

The words die in my throat as his tongue finds me, hot and devastating. That first stroke sends my back arching off the seat, my hands scrambling to sink into his hair, but I can’t reach him around my bent legs.

I’m utterly at his mercy.

His tongue is relentless—rapid, maddening flicks over my clit, followed by long, slow strokes dragging from the tight ring of my ass right up to my clit. I’m splayed open, my thighs pressed against my breasts. It’s filthy. It’s obscene. And it’s so damn good.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, my hips buck violently, a broken cry ripping from my throat. But Cade only pins me down and spreads me even wider, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“You taste like sin, Luciana,” he growls against me, his voice wrecked. “And I’m fucking starving.”

Thewords destroy me. And then he moans—low, decadent, vibrating against my core—and my eyes snap open, only to be served with the sheer hunger and bliss on his face.

God, he loves this. The thought sends me spiraling, and I can no longer watch; my head falls back as I surrender, unable to stop the cries spilling from my lips—those that make me sound like I exist solely to be ruined by his tongue.

And then he plunges two thick fingers inside me.

“Oh, fuck . . . Cade, I’m going to . . .”

“Look at me,” he commands.

Our gazes lock, and the connection between us snaps into place. His fingers curl right into that maddening spot inside me, while his tongue works over my clit. It’s too much. I shatter, a choked scream breaking free as my orgasm crashes over me, drenching him and pulling me under.

“Oh, my God . . . Cade.” I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

But he’s not done.

He stands to his feet and then drags me to the very edge of the seat. He lifts my ass, holding my legs up against his torso with a forearm while his other reaches for his bulging fly. I hear the sound of his zipper.

Fuck, yes.

And then, nothing.

Cade goes very still.

“Cade?” I crane my neck to look up at him, but all I can see is his chest.

“I’ll be god-fucking-damned . . .” he whispers. He lets go of my legs, and my ass hit the seat with a bounce.

The abrupt change leaves me dazed, my mind still foggy from the orgasm. And then Cade is pulling me out of the truck and tugging up my panties and jeans with an urgency that makes my stomach knot.