Free Love Collides (Fate's Love #3) by L.A. Cotton Page B

turned to face Kade.
    Fuckety . I hadn't considered what I would say if I actually made it up to his apartment. But since he wasn't in his apartment, it was too late.
    He arched his eyebrow and smirked that smug smirk of his. "So?"
    "I, hmm..." Oh, fuck it . I launched myself at him, and Kade caught me. Slamming my lips to his, he growled low in his throat and backed us up to the wall. My legs hooked around his waist and his hands gripped my thighs.
    Our tongues dueled, swirling around each other, licking and stroking. And it worked. Lust and need started to fill the cracks until I was panting into Kade’s mouth.
    “What the hell?” Kade pulled away, his own breath ragged. He pressed his forehead to mine, still holding me in his arms, and closed his eyes. “What the fuck is going on?”
    The gesture infiltrated the blissful state his kiss had rooted me in, but I didn’t think on it. I didn’t give it the power to send me crashing back to reality.
    “Make me forget,” I whispered against his lips, feathering my mouth on his.
    Without a word, Kade lowered me to the ground and wrapped his hand around mine. He slipped out his wallet, found the magnetic key card to the building, and pulled us through the door. Electricity crackled between us as he led me to his apartment. We crashed through the door, and Kade’s fingers made easy work of unzipping my hoodie. I clutched at his shirt, bunching it up in my fingers, needing him to be closer.
    Scooping me up again, he walked me to the counter and dropped me onto it. He glided his hand down my cheek and collarbone, tilting my head to the side. His lips traced along my collarbone and my stomach exploded with a thousand tiny butterflies. This is what I needed…what I wanted.
    “More,” I moaned into the silence of his apartment.
    His lips curved up against my skin, and he smiled. Working his way up to my ear, he lingered and his breath tickled me. “What do you want?” It came out so quietly I could barely hear him. But I heard the emotion in his voice. The feeling there. Shit. What was I doing? Would he mistake this for something it wasn’t?
    “Staci…” Kade’s lips left my skin, and his face came to meet mine. Blue oceans searched mine, and I gulped down my panic and replied, “You. I want you.”
    Stepping back, Kade hooked his hands underneath his shirt, yanked it over his head, and moved to unbuckle his jeans. My tongue flicked over my bottom lip involuntarily. He was just so damn gorgeous; his ripped chest and that delicious v-shaped definition that disappeared into his opened jeans.
    He moved toward me and slid a hand around to my butt. In one swipe, he pulled me close against him, stealing my breath. A hand wound its way into my hair and he claimed my lips. Softer this time, almost gentle. Somewhere in the back of my mind were warning bells ringing, but when Kade rotated his hips and his erection pressed into me, I was lost.
    “You have too many clothes on.” He laughed, trailing his fingers down to the edge of my waistband. Slowly, he peeled my sweats down, leaving me sitting on his counter in just my bra and panties. His hand brushed along the inside of my thigh and shivers raced over my skin.
    “I want to take my time with you, but seeing you sitting there like that, I’m not sure I can.”
    Good , I almost cried out. The thought of him teasing me or making me wait was excruciating. I needed him now. As if my body heard my plea, my legs wrapped around his hips and crossed at my ankles, clamping him to me. His eyes widened, and I used his momentary surprise to my advantage. Bracing myself with one hand behind me on the counter, I pushed my other into his boxers and stroked him.
    “Fuck, that feels amazing.” His voice cracked, as I kept sliding my hand up and down. Watching him come undone in front of me spurred me on until his jaw tensed and I knew he was close. Freeing him completely, I hooked my other arm around his neck and pulled myself flush with