Hard Edge by Tess Oliver Page B

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    My heart stopped mid-beat as she reached up and pressed her palm against my face. “I’m having a hard time believing that I’m standing here with you, Cade. I’ve imagined it so often, but I never thought—”
    “For every time you imagined it, I’ve imagined it ten times more.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again. My hands slipped under her t-shirt and my fingers trailed over her silky skin. She snuggled against my body so that there were no gaps between us, just body against body. My cock pressed urgently against the front of my jeans, begging to be freed. But I moved cautiously. The last thing I wanted was to scare her off.
    Her lips parted, and a soft moan vibrated her throat as my tongue invaded her mouth, stroking her lips until she was nearly limp in my arms. I kissed her long and deep until she drew her mouth away and looked up at me with heavy lids and an unfocused gaze. “What about Mindy?” she asked, breathlessly.
    “She’s in Paris.”
    Her long lashes fluttered as she blinked up at me in question.
    “She’s just a friend. We get together occasionally, but we live our own lives.” I gazed down at her. “Do you want me to stop?”
    Kenna shook her head.
    My hands continued to explore the skin on her back and shoulders. She felt just as I’d expected under my fingers, soft and silky and fucking intoxicating. I pulled my mouth from hers and turned her around in my arms so that her back was against me.
    She leaned her head back against my chest.
    “You feel so right in my arms, Trinket. You should have been right here, next to me, for all these years.”
    “Cade,” she said softly. “I never knew. I never knew how you felt.” Her voice nearly vanished on the last words as I slid my hand down beneath her shorts. She sucked in a quick breath, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she parted her feet some, giving me room to slip my hand between her legs. 
    “That’s it, baby. I want to touch you. I fucking need to touch you.” I couldn’t stop a groan as my fingers slipped into the moisture pooling in her pussy.
    She grabbed hold of my arms to steady herself. “Cade, I—I’ve had a hard time—” Her voice trailed off again, and she moved her hips so that her pussy rubbed against my hand.
    I dipped my finger into her, waiting for her response. She opened her thighs wider, in a silent plea for more. I pushed my fingers into her as she ground her clit again the heel of my hand. It took her only seconds. She clutched my arms and her erotic whimpers floated around the kitchen as she came.
    Kenna rested against me with a satisfied sigh. I removed my hand and turned her around in my arms. She pressed her face against me as I held her.
    “You were saying something about having a hard time?” I asked.
    “Oh, shut up.” She cuddled closer. “Guess it wasn’t me, after all.”
    “Let’s see if teaching you to surf is just as easy.” I kissed her again. “And no tunic and leggings. Bikini only, Trinket. And it better be fucking skimpy.”
    “It’s not,” she teased as she walked over to her duffle bag. “I believe in leaving something to the imagination.”
    “Said the girl who just parted her legs for me in the kitchen.”
    A pink blush covered her cheeks. “Oh my god, you haven’t changed one bit. In fact, if it’s possible, you might be even more cocky.” She picked up her duffle and looked down the short hallway. There were two bedroom doors. She looked back at me over her shoulder. “Which room were you entertaining your last guest in?”
    “The one on the right.”
    “Great. See you in a few minutes.” She walked down the hallway, making sure to wiggle her ass as she walked into the bedroom on the left.

Chapter 14
    Kenna
    To call it a wave would have been generous. It was more just a mass of frothy sea water that had bulged up above the surface. Still, I’d managed not only to hop from my stomach to my feet, like Caden had shown me, but somehow,