before he pounced on me again, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and stalking towards the stairs. “Careful,” I cautioned, clinging tightly to him as he carried me up. As soon as we hit the landing, he lowered me to the floor.
“I need you so. Fucking. Badly.”
He ripped my hoodie over my head, throwing it carelessly to the floor, and I moaned at the wild, feral look in his eyes. “Get inside the bedroom. I don’t want anyone else looking at you,” he gritted out, his eyes drawn to my breasts where the outline of my nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material of my top and bra.
I stepped inside and he followed me in, closing the door with a crash, before stopping dead. A strange expression stole across his face as he looked at me standing by his bed.
“Cade?”
He bit his lip, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over my body. “I need to give you your birthday present.”
“I thought this was my present?” I unbuttoned my jeans, but he held his hand up.
“Wait. I can’t think straight when you’re like that.”
“Like what?” I licked my lips, staring at him from under my lashes, and his restraint snapped.
“Fuck it.” His words came out as a tortured rasp, and he launched himself at me, pushing me back onto the bed and ripping off my jeans. He pushed my legs apart, running his thumb over the silky material of my underwear. “Baby. You’re so fucking wet for me right now.” He leaned forwards and licked across my wetness, over the top of my underwear. I arched my back as his tongue teased me. “You taste so good,” he groaned, sliding up my body, pushing my top up as he went, and tearing it off over my head. “I can’t resist you.”
“Do you want to?” I asked breathlessly, as he expertly reached around behind my back, undoing my bra with one hand and pulling it off me.
“I wanted to give you your present.” He sank his teeth into my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core as he ground himself into me, his jeans a delicious friction against my wetness.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, pulling at his hoodie, needing it off him.
“Never.” He lifted himself up, helping me out by tugging off his hoodie and T-shirt in one go.
In fact, I was the one to stop.
A shocked gasp fell from my lips as he uncovered his torso, and I went completely still. My eyes were drawn straight to the inside of his arm, to his tattoo of a skull wearing a crown. Directly above the peak of the crown was a new design I’d never seen before, the ink fresh, standing out against the other tattoos.
It was a tattoo of a snowflake, outlined and shaded in black. Swirls and pale shaded lines surrounded both the snowflake and the skull, making it look like they were caught up in a windstorm. It was gorgeous and perfect, and so him.
He followed my gaze. “I did this for you.”
“For me?” I breathed. Hesitantly, I reached out to skim my finger lightly over it. “I probably shouldn’t touch it yet, should I?”
He shrugged, and I looked up at his face. He bit his lip, suddenly looking unsure about my reaction.
“You did this for me?” I repeated.
“Yeah. Fuck, this sounds really fucking sappy and shit when I say it out loud…but the skull with the crown? That represents me. The snowflake is you, and the extra stuff I had added around both of them that kind of looks like the wind? That’s supposed to represent the storms that we face and overcome. Together.” He took a shaky breath. “And I had the snowflake inked above the skull to show that I put you above me. You’ll always come first.”
I had no words. None.
He slayed me.
Instead of saying something completely inadequate, I ran my hands down the hard planes of his chest, down over his pecs, then his abs. Tracing my fingers over the top of his IV tattoo, I stopped at the top of his jeans. I could see his cock straining against the denim, and I was suddenly starving. For him.
I unbuttoned his jeans, stroking across the hard outline through his boxers. He remained completely still, his chest rising and falling, his eyes glued to my movements.
“These need to come off,” I murmured. “Stand up.” He obliged, his legs shaking slightly, as I dragged his jeans down, leaving