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I hum against him, savoring the way he throbs in my mouth and the way his grip in my hair tightens, like he’s barely holding himself together. His chest rises and falls in deep, shuddering breaths, his abs tense as I slide my lips down his length in a slow, torturous glide.

“Fuck, Pretty Girl,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “I’m gonna come.”

I pull back just enough that my lips hover over the swollen, throbbing tip and tilt my head up to meet his gaze. His green eyes are blown wide, his jaw tight as he watches me. Slowly, deliberately, I open my mouth and push my tongue out, silently inviting him to give me everything.

Cade groans, deep and guttural, his fingers tightening in my hair as his hips stutter forward.

“Savannah.” His voice is strangled, wrecked, his entire body locking up as he spills onto my waiting tongue.

His hot release coats my mouth, my lips, my chin, but I don’t move or swallow. Not yet at least.

His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving as he looks down at me, his gaze flickering between my parted lips and the mess he’s made of me. His nostrils flare, his muscles twitching as if he’s fighting off some primal urge.

Then I close my lips, swallowing every last salty drop of him.

His hands fall from my hair, and he leans against the wall, exhausted.

Before he can fully recover, I dip my head lower, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his length again.

His cock twitches in response, still thick and warm from release.

My tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of him, lapping up any remnants of his arousal as I clean him with long, slow strokes.

His muscles tighten, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he grips the edge of the soap ledge.

“Fuck—Sav,” he groans, his voice strained. “I can’t do that again. I just came.”

I ignore his pleas, letting my lips trail up his length until I reach the tip and swirl my tongue around the sensitive ridge.

His cock twitches, and I can already feel him stirring back to life, so I keep going. I wrap my lips around him and suck gently at first, coaxing him with slow, deliberate strokes as I hum against him, the vibration sending another shudder through his body.

His thighs tense beneath my hands, his breath ragged as his fingers slide into my hair again, not guiding—just holding on. Watching me.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” he rasps with a rough laugh.

I don’t answer. I just take him deeper. I don’t stop. I don’t even hesitate. My mouth stays on him as I hollow my cheeks to pull him in deeper, my tongue teasing the sensitive ridge along the underside of his cock.

He growls, his head falling back, straight into the stream, so he tips his chin forward. “I shouldn’t be able to get hard again this fast. It’s fucking impossible.”

He glances down at me, and the second our eyes meet, something inside him snaps. His entire body tenses, his muscles tightening like a live wire. There’s no stopping me now. Not when I have him like this, trembling under my touch, unraveling in my hands.

My hands roam higher and I cup his balls, rolling them in my palm as I suck him deeper, feeling his thick length slide against my tongue.

“Fuck, oh my—” His words die in a strangled groan, his hips stuttering as he tries to hold back, but that’s not what I want. I want him to let go. To lose himself again.

I press my tongue flat against him as I slide my mouth down to the base, swallowing him completely until my nose brushes against his stomach.

His curse is ripped from his chest, ragged and raw, his fingers tangling tighter in my hair.

“Savannah, baby—shit, I’m gonna—”

I suck harder, swirling my tongue over him, and that’s it. His whole body jerks, his breath catching, and then—

He comes.

Hard.

A deep, primal groan tears through him as his cock pulses in my mouth, his release spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallow every last drop again, savoring the taste of him, the way he trembles, the way his hands flex in my hair as he shudders through it.

“Shit,” he breathes, his voice wrecked, his body sagging against the shower wall. “I—Savannah—I can’t even fucking think right now.”

I keep my lips wrapped around him, letting him ride the last waves of pleasure as I suck gently, my tongue flicking against his sensitive head. He jerks, a strangled groan escaping as I press one last slow kiss to the tip before finally pulling away.

His eyes are wild when he looks down at me, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching as I lick my lips.

“That was…” He trails off, shaking his head like he doesn’t have the words.

I smile up at him, my heart still racing, my own body humming from how much power I had over him just now.

His fingers slide under my chin, tilting my face up toward his as his thumb brushes over my bottom lip before he drags it down slightly.

“I think you just swallowed my soul,” he mutters, and I giggle, nipping at his thumb.

His mouth crashes down onto mine and I moan into the kiss, letting him devour me, letting him claim me. When he pulls back, his expression is still dazed, his lips red and swollen from kissing me. He looks beautifully dazed.

“That was fucking insane,” he murmurs. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

Cade gives me no time to respond. He lifts me with ease and carries me out of the bathroom, straight to the bed.

My body trembles from the cold and just as his legs hit the bed, I protest. “Don’t put me on the sheets! I’m all wet.”

He smirks. “That’s kind of the point, sweetheart.”

The heat in his eyes, the dark promise in his voice send another pulse of arousal straight through me as he lays me down on the mattress.

My damp skin clings to the sheets, but Cade doesn’t seem to care. He shifts above me, planting his knees on either side of my thighs, caging me in with the full weight of his body. Then he takes in every inch of my exposed skin.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, easing back just enough to part my thighs and settle between them.

I’m completely bare and wide open to him now. He could devour me with his eyes alone, but instead, he lets his fingers do the exploring. One trails up the inside of my thigh, his knuckles skimming over my hypersensitive skin, sending shivers straight to my core.

Then his mouth follows and he presses slow, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, following the path his hand just traced. Higher. Closer. Until he’s hovering right at the edge of where I need him most.

My breath catches as his lips ghost over my clit.

“Cade—”

He hums against me, teasing me with just the heat of his breath and a nervous tremor shakes through me.

I want this. I really want this. But my mind starts spinning and panic starts to curl in my stomach.

“I-I think I want to wait.” The words spill out of my mouth before I can stop them, breathless and unconvincing. Cade stills, then slowly lifts his head, his eyes locking onto mine as a knowing smirk tugs at his lips.

“Oh yeah?” His tone is amused. “You want to wait, but you’re okay with making me come twice in the span of ten minutes? Not to mention you dry humping me until you come all over my lap?”

Heat floods my face.

“I’m just not ready for this,” I say quickly, avoiding his gaze.

“Okay?” His brows lift. “It’s not you. There’s just a lot going through my mind.

This thing between us, there’s a lot of…

logistics that need figuring out before we really take this too far.

” It’s a weak excuse. I know it, but if I let him do what he wants, we’ll go all the way, and after everything that happened tonight, I’m not sure I’m in the right frame of mind.

His smirk deepens, and I know he’s not buying it, so I scramble to explain myself without admitting that I’m scared. Scared that he won’t want me after his heightened emotions start to wear off.

“We’ve agreed to get married, but I have so many questions.

Where am I going to live when you’re in Atlanta?

How exactly is this going to work? What’s Adley going to be to you?

Is Stanley going to stay here with me? Marriage isn’t just”—I gesture between us, still unable to look him in the eye—“this. It’s—”

“Logistics,” he repeats, still smiling.

I groan, covering my face with my hands. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and studies me for a long beat, then shifts, his fingers grazing up my stomach, slow and deliberate, tracing lazy circles against my damp skin. His touch is featherlight, but it burns all the same.

“Okay. I understand. You have a point. Logistics do play a big part in this, and I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you. I’m happy to wait.”

I blink, surprised. “You—you are?”

His eyes soften, but there’s still that wicked glint lurking beneath the surface.

“Sav, I’d wait forever if that’s what you need,” he says simply, his thumb brushing over my ribs. My chest tightens at the easy way he says it, like he’s not frustrated, not disappointed. Just happy I’m here.

“Are you sure?” Unease fills my stomach as he shifts, rolling onto his side next to me and then propping his head up on his hand to watch me.

“Yes. I get it, Sav. I don’t want to be just another person who takes from you.”

I swallow, tracking his gaze.

“Take your time and give me what you want, when you want. I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“Thank you.” My voice nearly trembles at the realization that he gets it.

“But just so we’re clear… You can sure as hell take advantage of me as much as you want.”

My breath catches. The way he says it, so casual, so effortless as though he’d give me everything and ask for nothing in return.

Before I can respond, he stands and heads to his dresser. “I do have one request, though.” He tosses me a clean white shirt. “Will you put this on? Because if I have to look at your tits and perfect pussy any longer, I’m not sure I can live up to that promise.”

I giggle, slipping the oversized fabric over my head as he tugs on a pair of boxers and unlocks his door, cracking it open.

Cade climbs into the bed just as Stanley leaps onto the mattress. He circles a few times before plopping down in the middle, perfectly wedged between us. With a sigh of resignation, Cade reaches over to scratch behind his ears. “You’re really killing the mood, buddy.”

When he switches the light off, the soft glow from the streetlamps outside filters through the window.

Cade shifts closer, as close as he can with Stanley sprawled between us.

His hand finds mine in the empty space, his fingers sliding into place like they were made to fit.

His thumb moves slowly over my skin, tracing gentle, deliberate strokes over my skin.

Even in the dark, I can feel the way he lingers on my ring finger, circling it like he’s imagining what it would be like to have a ring there.

A warmth settles deep in my chest as I start imagining it too.

“Get some sleep, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “We’ve got some logistics to talk through tomorrow.”

I let my heavy eyes drift shut but not before taking Cade in one last time. His eyes are closed, and he has this soft smile on his face as he nestles into the pillows, looking like he belongs there.

And for the first time in a long time, I feel like I do too.