The Billionaire’s Game ~ Kade (Billionaire’s Obsession #4)(46)
Author: J.S. Scott

Placing her hands on the arm of the couch, he nudged a thigh between her legs, opening her to him. Her needy whimper was music to his ears as he slid his fingers between her thighs and circled her clit with his index finger. She was so hot, so wet and so ready for him. Mesmerized just from the feel of her velvety, moist heat, he slipped two fingers inside her, finding nothing but silken fire to greet him. “You feel so damn good, so tight and hot,” Kade grunted, slowly pulling out and then in again, but deeper.

“Please,” Asha mewled, her head lowering and her hair falling over her face in a silken curtain.

Kade’s gut clenched in primal satisfaction. She wanted him inside her. Nothing else would do. It was the same for her as it was for him. But he loved to hear the proof of her need. Never had he been so desperate to get inside a woman. Not even close. Yet he drew it out to savor her pleasure, running his thumb over her clit, sensitizing her body, making her ready to come for him.

“Kade!” she screamed desperately. “Now.”

Not.

Quite.

Yet.

He relished her demands, heartened by her level of trust and ability to give herself to him without restraint. She asked for what she wanted now, and she wanted him. And, by God, she’d get every single thing he could give her.

Moving his thumb harder, rougher over her clit made Asha push her hips back demandingly, seating her deeper onto his fingers buried inside her. She threw her head back, her hair still covering her face, and moaned, a long, strangled sound that signaled her impending orgasm.

Kade jerked his hand from between her legs and impaled her with his cock, thrusting as hard and as deep as he could possibly get, the joining of their bodies hot and carnal. “Come for me, Asha.” He wouldn’t last long, and he wanted her shaking with the power of her climax when he did.

“Then f**k me. Hard,” she begged, her voice raspy.

Kade gave her what she wanted, thrusting in and out of her body, his groin slapping against her ass with every stroke, completely lost in her heat. The two of them came together like blue fire, the colorful flame threatening to incinerate them both.

He found release the moment Asha imploded, her body trembling and her core clenching his cock, milking him with every contraction. Kade bent over and wrapped his arms around Asha, pressing himself against her back, holding her while her body quivered, savoring the intimacy of being this close to someone. In that moment, there was only him and Asha, the two of them experiencing the same emotions, the same pleasure.

Moments later, he dropped onto the couch, taking her down with him. She was sprawled on top of him, but Kade figured it was better him than the couch, as he wasn’t so sure how clean it was.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his body, savoring the feel of her against him. The last few months without her had been agony, a pain he never wanted to feel again. His soul had been dark again, empty of the light that Asha had illuminated inside him, and he didn’t want to ever be in that kind of hell again. He’d slept little, and functioned poorly, barely existing. Maybe he’d been like that before he met Asha, but he didn’t remember it, hadn’t really acknowledged it. Now, he knew the pain of losing her, and it wasn’t happening again.

Asha was murmuring something in Telugu against his chest, so he didn’t understand the words, but her voice was gentle and sweet.

“I didn’t understand a word of that,” he drawled quietly. “I hope it’s all good.”

She raised her head and smiled at him, making his heart hammer against the wall of his chest. “It’s good,” she agreed. “I missed you.”

Kade had missed her, too, but he was afraid it would scare the shit out of her if he told her just how much. “I missed you, too.” He kissed her forehead, and tucked her head against his chest. “Now I’ll have someone who likes to ride with me in more ways than one,” he said with a smirk on his face, but he was thrilled that Asha enjoyed being on his bike.

“Oh, yes,” she said excitedly. “I love it. Can I learn how to ride one?”

Kade flinched, not happy about the thought of Asha on a motorcycle. “We’ll see. We can start with something easy,” he answered noncommittally. Like a bicycle with training wheels!!

Sighing happily, she said, “I’d like that.”

Oh, hell. If it makes her happy, I’ll try to teach her on something safe.

Who would have thought that the solemn Asha Paritala that he had met mere months ago would get a kick out of riding on his motorcycle?

“Does the butterfly get to fly free, yet?” Kade asked in a husky voice, hoping that she’d say yes. All he wanted was for her to be happy, free, loved, and unafraid of anything. He could tell that she was slowly starting to realize that she was…more. He was doubtful she realized yet what an incredible, sexy, and talented woman she was, but she would. He’d make sure she did.

She lifted her head from his chest and beamed at him. “Not yet. But I’m working on it.”

Kade smiled back, a silly grin that went all the way to his heart.

Kade dropped Asha off at her apartment, making arrangements to bring her car to her the next day. As he walked her to her door, Asha contemplated asking him to stay. She knew the moment he left, she’d miss him. But she also knew she had some thinking to do, and plenty of growth left to accomplish before she could do much more than date Kade right now. Having sex with him was inevitable. The two of them couldn’t be in the same room together without the need to be together.

Kade being Kade, he had stopped to feed her before taking her home. She wasn’t exactly thin anymore, but judging by his reaction to some of her old habits, he was never going to stop trying to feed her. Although her body had already filled out, she’d eat. Kade had a protective instinct that wasn’t going to go away, and some of the little things weren’t worth arguing about with him.

“I’ve been thinking about opening a football camp. For kids with potential who can’t afford to go to any real training camps. I have some buddies who have retired and are willing to do some work with me. Harrison would fund the program.”

Asha looked up at Kade as they arrived at her apartment door, Kade’s arm protectively around her waist. “I think that’s wonderful,” Asha answered, not the least bit surprised that Kade would fund a project for underprivileged kids. “Do you like working with kids?”

Kade shrugged. “I’ve done a little bit of work with camps in the past, but just guest visits. Nothing of my own. It was fun. And there are a lot of kids out there who can’t afford the extras.”