I stuck a Band-Aid over the cleaned cut. “There,” I offered her a reassuring smile. “It’s not going to scar.”
The girl looked at me through her lashes. “Thank you.”
“Can I call anyone to come and get you?” I asked.
She smiled. “I thought I might hang around for a bit. That guy out there with your old man. The one who looks like the lead singer from Faith No More, is he single?”
She was talking about Vader.
I shook my head. This girl wasn’t going to learn. She needed to hop on a bus and hightail it back to Iowa.
But then, how could I say that when I was only getting in deeper myself.
INDY
Two days later, after finishing up a day shift at the hospital, I drove straight home with a head full of plans for a romantic night in. Sex was non-existent between us at the moment, and I wanted it back. I knew Cade was hurting, but he was beyond preoccupied. He was obsessed, and I was going to bring him back to me. To us.
The house was empty when I got in. Not that I expected Cade to be home. He wouldn’t be in until dinnertime, which gave me plenty of time to soak my aching muscles in a warm bubble bath and unwind with a glass of wine in readiness for the night’s planned events. In my top drawer of our shared dresser was a brand new Victoria Secret outfit of white satin and the softest lace I’d ever felt. It was sexy. Indulgent. An invitation that was both blatant and carnal—the perfect wingman to help bring my man back to me.
After soaking in the luxuriously scented water for the good portion of an hour, I washed my hair and loofahed my skin to silky-smooth goodness, then climbed out and wrapped a big plush towel around me. I was big on moisturizer and had a ton of different bottles that I used regularly. Tonight’s choice was a bottle of intoxicatingly arousing lotion that smelled both sweet and dark, with notes of pomegranate and sandalwood. It was sexy. Alluring. And I knew it would drive Cade wild as he covered my flesh with his warm kisses. Smiling to myself, I rubbed the perfumed lotion all over my naked body, the butterflies breaking loose in my stomach when I thought about Cade inhaling the scent off my skin as he crawled up the length of me.
Slipping into the lingerie, I had never felt sexier in my life. Hipster lace panties and a matching bra, I had never owned something so luxurious, so blatantly made to raise blood pressures and penises. And I felt excited just pulling it on and tying it up.
When six o’clock came and went, I checked my phone but there was no message from Cade.
The same with seven o’clock.
At seven-thirty I sat on the bed in our moonlit bedroom and felt the hurt spread through my chest. He didn’t know I was waiting here in the dark for him, washed, moisturized, and wearing two hundred dollars’ worth of lingerie. But it still stung.
I craved him so deeply it hurt. My blood buzzed through me and I lay back into the pillows and stared up at the moonlight streaming in through the window. My body was tight. I was so ready for Cade to come home and make love to me I could barely stand it.
As I thought about my big, strong, mountain of a man, I let my fingers trail down to the flat plane of my stomach and over the soft curves of my hips. Barely touching, they fleeted over the tiny strip of satin between my legs and drifted down the front of my thighs, sending tiny shivers through me. My nipples hardened and a throb took up between my thighs.
I hadn’t planned on this, lying in the dark, bringing relief to the relentless wanting in my body, but I felt so tightly wound up, so tense with need. My hand drifted back up to my panties and my body flinched as the tips of my fingers delicately brushed over the smooth satin. Like gentle whispers against my flesh, my fingertips trailed back down to my thighs and up again, teasingly coming close to the tiny strip of fabric again but then stealing away. When I slowly brought them back and narrowed their area of focus to linger around my clit, my body lit up. I pressed harder and was rewarded with a delicious throb of pleasure and I moaned, thinking about Cade. I pictured him standing in front of me, gloriously naked with all his hard muscle on display.
In my head, his cock was in his hand and he was walking toward me, his face flushed with primal need, his eyes dilated with lust. When he approached me it was almost predatorily, like I was his prey and he was going to devour me, and I squirmed against my fingers with anticipation. When he reached me, I leaned up to him and ran my fingers over his thick chest and down his rippling abdominals, tracing the deep curve of his muscular V until I reached his big, swollen cock.