Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,66

do you.” He pressed in close, his fingers going between my legs. My breathing turned shallow. “I don’t just want your body but your heart and your soul. I don’t see that burning out.”

I fisted the cotton at his hips and pushed it lower, my hand curling around his cock. He lifted me, my legs wrapped around his waist. I centered him right where we both needed him. Our eyes were locked when he sank into me.

I moan, tilted my head back.

He pulled out, held my stare. “Every part of you,” he whispered, and sank in even deeper, “Mine.”

I fisted his hair and kissed him, my tongue pushing past his lips, my heels digging into his ass. I ran my hands down his arms, the one going between our bodies to touch my clit. His arm was locked around my waist; his free hand caught mine and linked our fingers, before he pressed them against the glass.

We broke the kiss, but our faces were close, our eyes on each other, and when we came, it was together.

I didn’t want to get out of bed on Monday morning. Kade’s attempt to energize me with a morning fuck backfired because I wanted us to stay right there, all day. He dragged me from bed, got me in the shower, washed my hair, was creative with washing my body, which led to another round of magnificent morning sex, before he left me, returning with a mug of coffee that he wrapped my hand around. A hard kiss and he was gone again, getting ready for the day.

I drank the whole mug, before I dried my hair and pulled it into a knot. Entering the bedroom, I took a second because it was a pretty spectacular room, tucked off the main floor. The walls were a soft gray; there was a wall of windows with blinds that moved up into the ceiling, so nothing hindered the view. There was a massive dressing area with a walk-in closet that was bigger than my entire bedroom at the apartment. The king-sized mahogany bed with a crisscross craftsmen headboard sat in the middle of the room, dressed simply in a navy blue comforter. A fireplace and sitting area was on one side of the room, a new makeup table on the other. My heart swelled because he’d been thinking about me moving in for a while. Walking into the closet, I couldn’t help smiling because Kade had organized it, but not into his and hers. My clothes were with his, my suits with his, my shirts. It was the little things that showed how much he wanted me there, but more, it shined a light revealing how lonely he’d been. The truth was, I’d been just as lonely.

Instead of taking one of my shirts, I took one of his, a soft gray one that felt like heaven against my skin. I pulled on my black pants, grabbed my boots and jacket. Entering the kitchen, Kade was at the island, mug in hand, reading a newspaper. I knew now his clothes cost a small fortune, but he wore the elegant, tailored fabrics so well.

His focus was on me, his mug stopped halfway to his mouth, as he took in my outfit. “Nice shirt.”

“I wanted you with me.” I said, dropping down on one of the kitchen chairs to pull on my boots. “And since it’s not ‘bring your sexy boyfriend to work day,’ I had to improvise.”

Silence followed before Kade replied smoothly, “Friday is ‘fuck your hot detective girlfriend on your desk day,’ so make sure you free up some time in your schedule.”

My head jerked up. He wasn’t smiling, but I was getting that look that was even better than a smile. “I’ll make sure to clear the whole day.”

“That’s probably wise.” He took a sip of his coffee. “You’re going to need another gown.”

“For what?”

“The CyberTech launch.”

I’d forgotten, with everything going on. I hadn’t seen the invite from Rothschild, but I was sure it was in my mail that I hadn’t looked at in a while.

“It’s going to be fancy, isn’t it?”

Kade wasn’t impressed. “Likely.”

“Star studded.”

“Probably.” And then he caught on when his eyes found mine and warmed. “The Academy Awards.”

“Bucket list item.”

“So not just a gown but jewels.”

That got my attention. “What kind of jewels?”

“Ones worthy of that exquisite neck.”

My hand moved to my neck. He grinned. Salem jumped up on the counter, rubbing up against Kade. I watched as he scratched behind Salem’s ears