Devoted to Wicked
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She wrinkled her nose. “Putting this back on me? Okay, I’ll be brave. Not really.”
“Good.” He pulled her close, and she melted against him. “I promise, I won’t leave you guessing what I want.”
When he all but yanked her toward the elevator, Karis had to suppress a laugh. She felt lighter than she had in…well, since the start of the new year.
She’d begun January first full of hope and lightness—and impatience for Cage to call again. Seeing him with Madison a few days later had been the worst shock. Wondering if only she had felt the earth move between them had filled Karis with pain. After his explanation today, she understood where he’d been coming from. No, she didn’t like that he’d touched the blonde again, but weirdly she understood his act of compassion. People wanted comfort in times of loss. Besides, she and Cage hadn’t made each other any promises of exclusivity during their one night together.
Sure, he could be lying about the whole thing. Men did that. But Cage was so much like his true-blue brother that Karis didn’t think so.
She pressed the call button. “Jolie could have simply overnighted the picture to me, you know.”
He shook his head, the mussed tousle of his hair so sexy. “I was with Cutter when Jolie called him for help. My brother was actually going to come to your rescue.” Cage grimaced. “I insisted on coming instead. I never told him what happened between us that night…but he’s a smart guy. After he warned me that I’d better bring you back in one piece and not to break your heart, he helped me book the next flight out.”
Cage had come for her, seemingly to make things right between them. Karis couldn’t think of a single time a man had gone so far out of his way simply to make her life better, keep her safe, or give her a reason to smile.
She slanted him a glance, feeling as if she glowed from within—like her happiness. “Thanks.”
The elevator opened with a ding. A family stepped out. She and Cage eased in, totally alone.
“Did you miss me?” he asked as they started to ascend. “Because I missed you like hell.”
Once given, Karis knew she couldn’t take her answer back. She would be exposing her heart. “I thought about you a lot.”
“Ditto, cupcake.”
He grabbed her hand as the elevator stopped at their floor. Together, they raced to her room. She felt excitement dancing between them. It gripped her stomach. The ache between her legs swelled.
As he inserted the key in the lock, he studied her. “You need anything? Another drink? A shower? A minute to enjoy the sunset?”
She frowned. Was he trying to distract her because he didn’t want to have sex with her after all? “No.”
“Thank god.” He shoved the portal open, nudged her into the room, then slammed the door and locked it behind him.
Karis barely had time to draw in a breath before he urged her back against the wall, covered her body with his own, and slanted his mouth over her lips in a possessive, toe-curling kiss.
Instantly, she looped her arms around his neck and whimpered. She’d missed him so much. That familiar feeling of belonging to him swamped her again, along with desire. He tasted of tequila, just like he had that first night, as well as something spicy and manly. Cage overwhelmed her senses. He fried her resistance.
She loved it.
He tugged at her pool cover-up, and Karis helped him, breaking the kiss only long enough to whip it over her head. He tossed the garment away and attacked the strings of her bikini next. Between one breath and the next, he exposed her breasts, cupping them, dipping down to lick them, suckle their tips one at a time, then sink lower still to yank down her bikini bottoms.
“Step out. I want your pussy. I’ve been craving my cupcake something fierce.”
Her heart fluttered and her ache coiled as he dragged the scrap of fabric down her thighs. She was still stepping out of them when he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and fastened his mouth over her clit.
Fire burst through her at the contact. She gasped, flattened her hands to the wall, tossed her head back, and groaned. “Cage…”
“Hmm.” He didn’t let her go, didn’t come up for air, just continued to savor her as if she was the sweetest treat to ever cross his lips.
Under his mouth, she unraveled. It was so intimate, so passionate. He held nothing back, unabashedly pursuing her pleasure. Every touch demanded she give it to him. As his tongue laved her clit again and again, concentrating exactly where she needed him, Karis canted her hips to him, opened for him, gave him everything, including her mounting need.
She thrust her hands in his wavy hair and gave a tug. “Oh, god. Please…”
“Come for me,” he muttered roughly against her thigh. “Cupcakes have cream frosting, and I want all your sweetness on my tongue.”
Cage had a dirty mouth. She remembered that from New Year’s Eve. Now, like then, his wicked words unwound her and left her breathless.
Under the lash of his tongue and the nip of his teeth, the burn behind her clit swelled and grew. She felt it filling her veins, flooding her head, drowning her in a well of ecstasy.
When he sucked her into his mouth again, she went under with a long, harsh cry. Cage only took that as his sign to go at her with more gusto, and he wrung out every moment of bliss from her body he could. He left her panting and limp and glowing.
He stood slowly, kissing his way up her body. When his face filled her vision, he was wearing that proud, cocky grin. “Best cupcake ever.”
Despite feeling completely spent, she laughed. “You certainly ate it with gusto.”
“I have a feeling it will always be my favorite dessert.” He dragged his lips up her neck. “In fact, I may never eat another cupcake again.”
When he straightened and pressed his forehead against hers, he stared at her with a dark, dead-serious gaze. Something about it seized her insides. In the next instant, she knew why, and her breath caught.
Cage wasn’t playing in any way—except for keeps.
“Are you going to take me to bed now?” Her voice shook.
“Absolutely,” he murmured as he lifted her rubbery legs and settled them in the crook of his arm, supporting her back with the other. A few steps later, they were on the bed, Cage on top of her. Together, they pushed and tugged and yanked until he was naked. Well, she did more of the work. He seemed orally fixated on her mouth and her nipples…and she wasn’t complaining a bit.
“Good.” He pulled her close, and she melted against him. “I promise, I won’t leave you guessing what I want.”
When he all but yanked her toward the elevator, Karis had to suppress a laugh. She felt lighter than she had in…well, since the start of the new year.
She’d begun January first full of hope and lightness—and impatience for Cage to call again. Seeing him with Madison a few days later had been the worst shock. Wondering if only she had felt the earth move between them had filled Karis with pain. After his explanation today, she understood where he’d been coming from. No, she didn’t like that he’d touched the blonde again, but weirdly she understood his act of compassion. People wanted comfort in times of loss. Besides, she and Cage hadn’t made each other any promises of exclusivity during their one night together.
Sure, he could be lying about the whole thing. Men did that. But Cage was so much like his true-blue brother that Karis didn’t think so.
She pressed the call button. “Jolie could have simply overnighted the picture to me, you know.”
He shook his head, the mussed tousle of his hair so sexy. “I was with Cutter when Jolie called him for help. My brother was actually going to come to your rescue.” Cage grimaced. “I insisted on coming instead. I never told him what happened between us that night…but he’s a smart guy. After he warned me that I’d better bring you back in one piece and not to break your heart, he helped me book the next flight out.”
Cage had come for her, seemingly to make things right between them. Karis couldn’t think of a single time a man had gone so far out of his way simply to make her life better, keep her safe, or give her a reason to smile.
She slanted him a glance, feeling as if she glowed from within—like her happiness. “Thanks.”
The elevator opened with a ding. A family stepped out. She and Cage eased in, totally alone.
“Did you miss me?” he asked as they started to ascend. “Because I missed you like hell.”
Once given, Karis knew she couldn’t take her answer back. She would be exposing her heart. “I thought about you a lot.”
“Ditto, cupcake.”
He grabbed her hand as the elevator stopped at their floor. Together, they raced to her room. She felt excitement dancing between them. It gripped her stomach. The ache between her legs swelled.
As he inserted the key in the lock, he studied her. “You need anything? Another drink? A shower? A minute to enjoy the sunset?”
She frowned. Was he trying to distract her because he didn’t want to have sex with her after all? “No.”
“Thank god.” He shoved the portal open, nudged her into the room, then slammed the door and locked it behind him.
Karis barely had time to draw in a breath before he urged her back against the wall, covered her body with his own, and slanted his mouth over her lips in a possessive, toe-curling kiss.
Instantly, she looped her arms around his neck and whimpered. She’d missed him so much. That familiar feeling of belonging to him swamped her again, along with desire. He tasted of tequila, just like he had that first night, as well as something spicy and manly. Cage overwhelmed her senses. He fried her resistance.
She loved it.
He tugged at her pool cover-up, and Karis helped him, breaking the kiss only long enough to whip it over her head. He tossed the garment away and attacked the strings of her bikini next. Between one breath and the next, he exposed her breasts, cupping them, dipping down to lick them, suckle their tips one at a time, then sink lower still to yank down her bikini bottoms.
“Step out. I want your pussy. I’ve been craving my cupcake something fierce.”
Her heart fluttered and her ache coiled as he dragged the scrap of fabric down her thighs. She was still stepping out of them when he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and fastened his mouth over her clit.
Fire burst through her at the contact. She gasped, flattened her hands to the wall, tossed her head back, and groaned. “Cage…”
“Hmm.” He didn’t let her go, didn’t come up for air, just continued to savor her as if she was the sweetest treat to ever cross his lips.
Under his mouth, she unraveled. It was so intimate, so passionate. He held nothing back, unabashedly pursuing her pleasure. Every touch demanded she give it to him. As his tongue laved her clit again and again, concentrating exactly where she needed him, Karis canted her hips to him, opened for him, gave him everything, including her mounting need.
She thrust her hands in his wavy hair and gave a tug. “Oh, god. Please…”
“Come for me,” he muttered roughly against her thigh. “Cupcakes have cream frosting, and I want all your sweetness on my tongue.”
Cage had a dirty mouth. She remembered that from New Year’s Eve. Now, like then, his wicked words unwound her and left her breathless.
Under the lash of his tongue and the nip of his teeth, the burn behind her clit swelled and grew. She felt it filling her veins, flooding her head, drowning her in a well of ecstasy.
When he sucked her into his mouth again, she went under with a long, harsh cry. Cage only took that as his sign to go at her with more gusto, and he wrung out every moment of bliss from her body he could. He left her panting and limp and glowing.
He stood slowly, kissing his way up her body. When his face filled her vision, he was wearing that proud, cocky grin. “Best cupcake ever.”
Despite feeling completely spent, she laughed. “You certainly ate it with gusto.”
“I have a feeling it will always be my favorite dessert.” He dragged his lips up her neck. “In fact, I may never eat another cupcake again.”
When he straightened and pressed his forehead against hers, he stared at her with a dark, dead-serious gaze. Something about it seized her insides. In the next instant, she knew why, and her breath caught.
Cage wasn’t playing in any way—except for keeps.
“Are you going to take me to bed now?” Her voice shook.
“Absolutely,” he murmured as he lifted her rubbery legs and settled them in the crook of his arm, supporting her back with the other. A few steps later, they were on the bed, Cage on top of her. Together, they pushed and tugged and yanked until he was naked. Well, she did more of the work. He seemed orally fixated on her mouth and her nipples…and she wasn’t complaining a bit.