Convicted (Entangled Ignite) by Dee Tenorio Page A

changed.
    He took absolute command of her mouth, her body, controlling her with ridiculous ease. Sweeping his tongue across hers, demanding she follow, that she give him anything he wanted. And she did, holding him as tight as she could with her legs, despite the bedding still wrapped over most of her body, aching to feel the thick length of him through the fabric.
    She opened her thighs as wide as she could, luxuriating in the feel of him sinking between them. Her leg finally pulled free of the blanket edge, sliding up his flank and curling over his back. It was his turn to groan, and oh, she loved the sound of it. Almost as much as she reveled in his kiss. He let go of one of her hands, sliding his over her throat, holding it there in a clear indication of possessiveness. Of his strength.
    She never imagined Cade might touch her like this. In the back of her mind, a flash of fear went off, remembering Frank’s vicious grip even though the marks had long faded. It disappeared as quickly as it rose. Frank meant to control her, threaten her. Cade only wanted her to stay. To want him as much as he wanted her. He demanded she meet him kiss for kiss, that she give as much as he did.
    Thought became instinct and every instinct insisted she get closer. Touch more of him. Make him touch more of her. Even that soon became too much to sort out because his hand slipped the blanket down to take ownership of her breast. Kneading. Plucking the tip while his hips rocked against her, rubbing but not satisfying.
    She arched her hips up for him, trying to feel more. Instead, the fiery need only intensified. Frustrated, she tried again to move the blankets from between them, pushing with her free hand until the offensive fabric was down to her hips. Every slide of his hot skin across her breasts felt like a lash of electricity, sending delicious shocks from her nipples to her pussy until she cried out into his mouth.
    He wrenched his lips away, unfocused eyes staring down at her while they both panted desperately. “We…we can’t do this.”
    “Yes, we can.” A lot. Until they broke something, which they probably would if she had anything to say about it. She shifted, trying to pull the remaining sheet from between them. He couldn’t work her up like this and not finish it. “I put condoms in your bedside table weeks ago.”
    “I—you what?” He actually lifted from her slightly to look down at her disapprovingly.
    She shrugged. So she was optimistic about him. “I figured we’d need them if I ever got you naked.”
    Speaking of…those sweats had to go. Giving up on the blankets she went for the gold instead. Her hand snaked down, reaching for his cock. His eyes rolled shut as her fingers found his hard flesh and grasped it tight. His muscles shuddered when she began to pump him.
    “I—”
    “Just for tonight,” she whispered, knowing she was being selfish, but needing him as badly as she knew he needed her. He never said it and he might not even realize it, but he needed to connect with another person again. Someone who accepted him, scars and all.
    And she needed to be herself with someone again. Just Katrina. Not the cover, not the past. Just herself. And she desperately needed to be wanted by him .
    “What if…” Uncertainty softened his stark features.
    “Just for tonight,” she repeated, rising to press her lips to his jaw, slowly stroking him between their bodies. “Just us. Nothing else.” She kissed the underside of his chin, adding little nips of her teeth along his neck. He growled, a low, sexy sound that made her smile against his skin. “Come on, Cade. Make me respect you in the morning.”
    She lay back as he tilted a sideways glance at her, then the most unexpected thing happened. He smiled. The white of his teeth gleamed and dear God, the man had dimples. She shuddered in a breath, losing her rhythm below.
    “Does respect come with obedience?” He lifted his weight up and the blankets between them