Chapitre 3: Chapter 3: Steamy Sex in the Big Apple
“Is it closing time already?” Cade asked, leaning across the table.
Fiona glanced around the bar. It had quietened and people were lined up at the bar paying their tabs and collecting their cards. The clock said 1:57.
This was the first time she had bothered to take her eyes off of Cade since they’d started talking four hours ago. Four short, blissful, exciting, heart-throbbing hours.
That’s how long they’d known each other, but Fiona had never felt like this for anyone before, especially not in such a short amount of time.
Cade was brilliant. Even though he’d told her that he was hoping to find himself during his trip to New York, he seemed very confident and sure of himself, but it wasn’t in a domineering or cocky way. That was really attractive to her. He was a very good listener. He was sympathetic.
And. He. Was. Hot.
There were a few moments in the four hours that they spent talking when they just looked at each other. Cade’s rough and calloused fingers felt good in contrast to the smoothness of her palms and the backs of her hands.
She looked deeply into his umber-colored eyes. His cheeks and jawline appeared to have been chiseled out of stone, and he had the perfect aquiline nose. He could have been a Roman statue brought to life.
His eyebrows were dark and bushy, and the right one perched a bit higher, making him appear to be interested in everything she said. Though he did seem to be.
“Oh, wow. I better help them get cleaned up then,” Fiona finally responded. She began to stand, sliding her hand out from under Cade’s amorous fingers. She wasn’t ready to leave him yet. She wanted to explore more of him.
“Do you mind if I wait for you?” Cade asked, grinning at her.
Every time she saw him smile, it felt like someone lit a match in her chest. It was a warm sensation, but there was a biting desire that made her feel antsy.
“Better yet, I’ll just tell everyone to leave so I can lock up,” she said. “We can clean later.”
Cade chuckled. “Can you do that? Boss everyone around?”
“Of course I can!” Fiona said with a playful scoff. “I’m the boss.”
Cade’s grin deepened, unleashing his dimple once again. Somehow the fact that she owned the place they’d been sitting in all night had escaped the conversation.
She’d told him that she was half-witch and half-wolf. She’d told him her parents were divorced, her mother was overbearing, and her father was hard-headed and demanding.
They’d told each other all about their childhoods, their awkward teenage years, their struggle with juggling the desire to be young and free, and the pressure to live like adults.
They related with the way life seemed to suck out the joy of living as they aged, but they were both bound and determined to make use of their youthful vigor.
This was especially apparent when Fiona had come back to Cade after telling her staff to go home and he’d stood up from the table, towering over her, and asked her: “Would you like to go home with me?”
It wasn’t an official ability, like those of her father and mother and some of the other magical people in the NYC Pack, but Fiona had a knack for being able to tell someone’s true intent when she looked into their eyes.
Cade’s eyes were full of eagerness, curiosity, and admiration. She felt safe with him. She felt like she could trust him.
“Yes,” she said, surprising herself. Usually, she would play hard to get for a couple of minutes at least, but she didn’t want to play games with this man.
Cade let out an airy laugh of relief and took Fiona’s hand. As he walked her to his rental car, a charcoal gray Infiniti executive sedan, she became hyper-aware of the heat rising up in her cheeks and between her legs. She hoped that she wasn’t misreading the situation.
But their almost five hours together and the way Cade’s thumb rubbed circles on Fiona’s knee all the way to his hotel had her feeling confident that they had shared intentions for how the night would end.
They didn’t talk as much in the car, but still, the energy was singing between them. It was tangible, audible in their breaths. By the time they made it up to the twenty-ninth floor of the hotel and walked into Cade’s hotel room, Fiona’s whole body was thrumming for him.
“I don’t want to be presumptuous...” Cade said, the tips of his ears turning red. He slid his hand under her jacket and slipped it off of her shoulder.
Her body shuddered with anticipation.
“I want to be as gentlemanly as possible... but I was wondering if you’d prefer to go sit on the couch or...”
Fiona swallowed the lump in her throat and dared to step close to him, grabbing the belt loops of his pants and pulling him close to her. “The bedroom...” she whispered.
Cade smiled devilishly and brought his hand up slowly to touch her face. She’d never felt that before. Most guys went straight for the boobs or the...
Suddenly Cade’s lips were on hers. It nearly took the breath out of her, but she was quick to recover. She pulled Cade’s waist into her and he cupped the back of her neck. His touch was firm, but controlled, as he slid his hand to the back of her head, raking up her hair with his fingers.
The feeling was so nice that she felt herself grow hungrier for him, and she began to kiss him more eagerly.
Cade broke their kiss for a moment, resting his forehead against hers. “The bedroom?” he asked, breathless. “Are you sure?”
Fiona nodded and slid her hands up Cade’s back, feeling his warm skin under his shirt.
All at once, Cade let out a low, sexy growl and easily scooped Fiona up by the backs of her legs. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and his hands slid over her butt, stirring up a wildness in her that she’d never felt before.
In mere seconds he’d tossed her onto the bed and begun to tear off his shirt. After flinging his flannel and t-shirt across the room, he went for Fiona’s pants, but she’d already beat him there.
He seemed pleasantly surprised to already find her in her underwear. He wasn’t being shy and she didn’t intend to be coy either. She pulled off her top and sat bare-chested on the bed, her body quivering for Cade’s next touch.
“You’re so freaking beautiful,” Cade said and he kicked his pants off and crawled onto the bed. His eyes washed over her slowly, filling her with confidence and fervor.
She reached out for his face, pulling him back to her wet lips again. “Touch me,” she muttered against his luscious lips.
Without hesitation, Cade’s hands were sliding up her waist and over her erect breasts. He kissed her down the side of her neck and over the tops of her hard nipples. She arched her back, wanting him to take her in his mouth. He did.
She slid her panties off while he circled his tongue around her. She gasped when he lightly bit the side of her breast.
“Cade,” she groaned, rocking her pelvis up. She’d never said a guy’s name before, but his slid easily off of her tongue.
“Sorry,” he said earnestly, looking at her face. “Did that hurt?”
Fiona shook her head. “No,” she said. She slid her hands over and down his back greedily. “I just... want you.”
Cade hovered over her for a moment, perhaps surprised by her words. He looked into her eyes as he slid his hand up her thigh between her legs. She was wet. She squirmed beneath him, squeezing her eyes shut to focus on the sensation.
“It would appear you do,” he said with a laugh. He dipped a finger inside of her, then two.
She wanted to feel him too, so she ran her hand down his stomach until she found him, resolute and steadfast. He grunted and sucked in his bottom lip. She smiled, the look on his face said it all even before she felt him in her hand.
“I guess the feeling is mutual, then,” she said. Her voice was light, airy... and challenging.
“I would say so,” Cade said in a low, gravelly voice. He braced his hands on the bed on either side of her and thrust into her.
Fiona grabbed onto his arms and almost yelped, but she turned her head to the side and muffled the sound in the pillow. Cade paused for a moment to make sure she was okay. He touched her face and made her look at him. His eyes were fiery but tinged with concern.
“I want even more of you, Cade,” Fiona pleaded seductively.
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