Chapter 30

Cade took them away momentarily. “You were saying?”

“Right now I feel wonderful,” Jeremiah whispered. “You said I—I was, and I feel—it’s so bright and light and warm, like floating—please don’t stop.”

Cade laughed, promised, “Never, unless you ask,” and kissed him again, fiercer and sharper and harder, desire glinting like flame along the surface; he found oil, moved fingers, watched those long legs spread unconsciously further apart at his touch. He made it slow, but thorough: fingers entering, plunging, thrusting in and out, adding more.