The One and Only: A Single Mom Second Chance Romance (Heart of Hope) by Ajme Williams (read any book txt) 📕

against my hip, and let out a gasp. At that moment, Cade slid his tongue inside my mouth and sucked on my lips.

He kissed me deeply, breathlessly, stopping only to take a deep breath before diving right back in to kiss me harder. Every hair on my body stood up at ends, the desire and tension building inside my body, and my muscles tightening with each stroke of his tongue inside me. I whimpered and spread my legs out underneath him, my body helpless to his seduction and instinctively following his body movements.

“You’re so hot, Laura,” he murmured. He moved down to kiss me on the neck now, slow, deliberate kisses on my skin. “I’m going to spend the rest of the day tasting every inch of you!”

I could hardly breath now, the desire for his body raging inside me like a fire. Yes, please. I answered in my mind, though only a whimper escaped from my mouth. I wanted him to kiss me everywhere and make me go mad with blind passion.

But I wasn’t going to let him get what he wanted that easily.

Cade stopped kissing me and got to his feet, holding out his hand to haul me up and pointing his head in the direction of the bedroom. I took his hand and he pulled me up effortlessly. He was so strong that all my body weight was nothing to him.

Now that I was on my feet, though, I let go of his hand and gave him a sly look.

“You want me, Mr. Kirkpatrick? You’re going to have to catch me first.”

I relished the surprise on Cade’s face for a wild second and took off at a dead run up the dock, heading for the house.

I could run pretty fast, light on my feet in a way that surprised most people, but Cade was the fastest swimmer in the school. He had strong, lean muscles and towered over me, which gave him a huge advantage. I could hear him catching up to me almost immediately.

Aiming to throw him off, I banked right, heading not for the back door of the lake house but for the gazebo that was a little way down, off a garden path from the back porch.

The detour didn’t deter Cade in the slightest. Even though he halted for a split second to change course, a second later, he was grabbing my arm and halting my run, yanking me around and spinning me around. Now, we were facing each other, and he was holding me tightly in his arms.

“Well, well, well,” Cade said, stepping into the gazebo and dragging me along. I couldn’t move against his tight grip, so I tried to snap my teeth at him in mock play. He laughed but pulled me in closer to his embrace. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

“I think you said something about tasting every inch of me?” I replied, breathless—not just from the run. Cade’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“That does sound like me,” he said. He cupped my face in his hand and kissed me again.

I let my arms drop to the side and melted into his kiss. There was no resisting his kisses because when he kissed you, the world stopped to exist and time itself stopped. He was like a Greek god and I was the helpless nymph. I dared anyone to resist his touch!

Not that anyone else would get to do that. I was his and he was mine, and we would be together forever.

Cade walked me backwards and pinned me against one of the gazebo pillars, and I moaned as the kiss got more urgent, sexier. I sucked on his tongue as his thigh slid between my legs and pressed upwards, tugging at my bathing suit. I could feel myself starting to get wet, anticipation thrumming in me, my nipples becoming erect against his ripped chest.

“Cade,” I moaned, spreading my legs apart, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he kissed my neck.

He knew my body so well, knew what made me moan, knew which spots I liked to be kissed on. He kissed me all over my face, down my neck, licking at my collarbones and playing with his tongue against my skin. Cade was always looking after me and my needs when we made love, which allowed me to fully enjoy the passion between us. His attention is what made me fall for him deeper and deeper. Would anyone else even begin to compare? Not from what I’d heard from other girls. They would talk about how high school boys were immature and impatient, how the sex was disappointing and unsatisfactory. But Cade was nothing like the other loser boys around us. I knew that I’d hit the jackpot with him.

His mouth tenderly tasted my skin. My fingers slid into his thick, curly hair, holding on tightly as he moved down to my breasts, pulling the bathing suit off my chest to lick my nipples. I pulled the suit down further to completely reveal my naked torso, and Cade pressed his hands on my hips, the touch warming me and causing tingles to erupt where he touched. I whimpered his name, my head falling back against the wood pillar and eyes rolling to the back of my head. I was fully aroused now and couldn’t wait for Cade to make the next move.

The summer air seemed to shimmer with heat as my legs started to buckle underneath me, my bathing suit now wet from something entirely different than the lake water. I worried how long my knees could stay up as Cade continued to caress my heavy breasts with his lips and hands, squeezing them hard but also kissing them tenderly. He had a weakness for my breasts, which were full and rounded, pimpled with light brown nipples that stood up erect at the mere sight of him. And I thoroughly basked in this attention—sometimes, he could almost make me cum just by playing with my breasts.

“Cade!”