Page 141 of Family Affair

“I don’t.” He looked back and she sank into his eyes. Nothing more existed. Nothing else was important. His large hands slid up and down her back in gentle caress. “It’s chemistry. It’s ying-yang. We own each other.”

Holding her gaze, he grasped her hips and urged her up, and then down. Again up, and down, until she got into the groove and moved on her own, sliding wetly, her heart beating faster, pumping heated blood through her body, making her toes tingle, drowning in his faery eyes.

He came first. She felt him grow impossibly full and firm inside her until he spilled, and his pulsing release sent shocks of almost painful pleasure cascading over her. She gave a hoarse cry of alarm, but he shushed her, holding her tight, still moving, knowing that he couldn't stop yet. She let go and fell apart in his arms, completely undone, wild, basking in slight tremors of his big body, wringing out one last spurt of his lust.

They kept still as the aftershocks subsided, absorbing the sensations and savoring their closeness.

Finally, Cade straightened his legs and withdrew, flopping back on the bed and pulling Coco on top of him. “You’ll be the death of me.”

No, you’ll be the death of me,she thought, but didn’t say the words.

Dressed in soft pink loungewear, Coco went to the kitchen to make dinner. She hummed a little as she listened to the sounds of a running shower.

She put pasta to boil and made coffee. The water in the shower shut off, and there he was, damp-haired, wearing nothing but light-gray underwear that highlighted his broad built and swarthy skin.

He looked refreshed and highly satisfied. And all she could think about was how he felt inside her when he came.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she mumbled, self-conscious.

“Why? I like looking at you.” He propped his butt on the counter and folded his arms across his chest. Staring at her. “Moreover, you like it when I look at you.”

“Well, stop. It messes up my thinking.”

He chuckled, washing her in the rich timbre of his amusement. When he let his guard down, there was so much of him, all that life force, the vitality, they filled the space around him to bursting, and Coco basked in the sensations, gorged on them until she became drunk.

Completely overcome by the strength of her response to this man, she turned her back on him and busied herself with the pasta sauce.

Cade was silent, and a heartbeat later his arms came around her and his prickly chin rested on top of her head. “I will treasure our time together always,” he said quietly. “Every stolen moment between us is like a precious stone.”

His declaration made her frown. “Nothing is stolen here. And please don’t make it sound like it can’t last. I will last for as long as you will allow it to.”

“Two people play this game. Two people have to feel the same for it to last.”

Despite standing flush with her body, he was closing up and her wonderful cocoon of feeling was retreating. “Not everything is a game, Cade.”

“Is too. Give and take. Push and pull. Sometimes you want to play, sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you can’t.”

She turned within his embrace to look at his shadowed eyes. “You don’t want to play?”

“I do. But I have nothing to give, and I can’t only take.”

“You’re in a melancholy mood, and you’re making me sad.”

“I’m sorry,” he smiled faintly.

She let the matter drop. “The food’s ready.”

They ate in silence that was peaceful and warm.

The spaghetti turned out to be a tad too heavy on the sauce, and she fussed over the soupy plate debating whether extra cheese would help.

“No, it’s great. I love it, and I’ll do my best not to drip on the tablecloth. Did you just make the sauce from scratch?”

“Yes. I like cooking. I just haven’t done a lot of it since I moved in with my mom, and I’m out of practice.”

“How’s your job search?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Boring. Useless.” She told him about the one interview she had, but they ended up hiring someone else. “Have you been in touch with Willis lately?” she asked in return.