You'll Think of Me by Wendi Zwaduk Page A

together was to connect on the deepest, most primal level. Yes, he needed to be inside her more than he needed to drag air into his lungs.
    Melanie nibbled on his chin and wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching his shoulders. “Don’t hide from me. Let me show you how much I want you.”
    Cade fondled her breast through the thin material of her shirt, kneading her pliant flesh. Her nipple peaked under his touch and a whimper escaped her lips. He stooped to suckle on the turgid tip.
    “Cade.” Melanie panted and arched into him. She relinquished her hold on his shoulder and moved his right hand into the leg of her shorts. “More.”
    Cade stroked her slick lips through her panties. Her clit seared his index finger. He groaned with increased desire. “But your head? I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” He blurted the words, even as his other hand worked the zipper on his jeans. Hurt her? Hell, he wanted to plunder her sweet little body until the sun rose the next morning.
    “You always knew how to make me feel beautiful even when I didn’t feel sexy or pretty. Let me do the same for you.” She sat on the running board of the truck and nuzzled his rigid dick. Her lips parted and her eyes sparkled as she smoothed her hands up under his T-shirt. With tentative licks, she explored his length, spiralling his desire higher than he could imagine.
    How did she see to the root of his problems when he wasn’t ready to acknowledge them himself? She knew his heart and soul. Still, she didn’t need to view his damaged body in order to make love to him. Cade swatted her hands away and pushed the oversized T-shirt up over her chest. Her bare nipples pebbled in the cool afternoon air as she continued to nibble on his cock.
    “I’m tired of thinking about me,” Cade murmured. He grasped her hands and held her flush against his body. Cade nipped her goose pimpled flesh. She knew the right words to say, even when she didn’t know the entire story.
    Melanie moaned as he smoothed the flimsy track short down her legs, dragging her panties along for the ride and baring her body. “Tell me how much you want it, baby.” He spoke against her neck, making her shiver and collapse back onto her bottom on the edge of the seat. “Ride my cock and take all of me.”
    She drew his lips to hers. Within seconds, she held his rock hard penis. Melanie stroked him until a bead of pearly moisture glistened on the tip. “I don’t want sunshine and softness. I want this.” She swiped her fingers over her lips, teasing him. “I want you.”
    Forget sweet and tender. She wanted hot and hard, then he’d give her what she craved. Cade surged forward and filled her to the hilt. She groaned and dug her nails into his forearms. She felt as tight and wet as the first time they’d made love. He brushed a kiss over her mouth, savouring the way she cradled him within her body. With every thrust, he came home. Melanie was his home.
    Melanie rocked forward, grinding on him. “Harder, Cade. I want to feel every inch of you within me. Fuck me.”
    Cade grasped her hips and pumped into her body, driving away the demons and demonstrating his love for her. Pinpricks of light exploded behind his eyes. The natural musk of her arousal swirled around. His mind spun, yet he felt grounded. Her taste lingered on his tongue, reminding him of the all the good times they shared. Today was the day for new beginnings as well. “Baby, turn over. I want to go deeper. I want you to feel me in your soul.”
    Her eyes darkened to the colour of aged brandy. “Yes. Touch me everywhere.”
    She turned in his arms and leaned against the truck seat. Her shorts pooled around her ankles and her pale bottom wiggled as an invitation. He slapped her ass and raked his nails over her supple flesh. A high-pitched moan of pleasure escaped her lips, encouraging him to continue. He smacked her rump again, then rubbed his hand over the red mark.
    “My bad girl likes a reprimand?” With