“I’m sorry. I guess I’m just so used to it all I didn’t realize how much it bothered you. In Boston we’ll live in our own place and you can have your Pack medical practice if you want. Whatever you want.”

She turned to him. “First I want to get out and go inside. And then, I don’t want to talk about the Challenge or the Pack or anything but you and me for the next however many hours I have you. I want to pretend, just for a while, that we’re normal.”

“All right then. Come on, honey.”

Inside, the house had been readied for them with candles everywhere. Grace lit the ones in the dining room and Cade turned on the stereo and Dave Brubeck filled the house. It was normal.

“Steaks for dinner. Let me get the grill started. You get a bath running for yourself. I did bring all your bath stuff. I didn’t know which you’d like so I brought it all. I’ll bring you a glass of wine in a bit.”

She grabbed the bag and headed up the stairs where he’d indicated and into a bathroom the size of Texas with skylights and a sunken jetted tub. “Score.” She turned on the water and lit the candles in there before shedding her clothes and pinning her hair up.

“Oh my favorite sort of wife. Naked and wet.” Cade came in and placed a glass of wine on the ledge. “We’ve got a while before dinner. Any ideas on how to spend it?”

Cade’s breath halted when she got to her knees, water cascading down her body and unzipped his pants.

“I have one or two, yes,” she said before swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, making him nice and wet.

“I’m in complete agreement with this plan.”

She shoved his pants down, one-handed, while gripping the root of him and holding him steady, taking him as deeply as she could.

Such a sight, her soft, smooth skin, beads of water glittering like diamonds in the candlelight as she sucked him into her mouth over and over.

“Damn it, you feel hot and wet. So good, Grace. That’s it, yes.” He groaned as he felt his body tighten. He had no resolve with her. The moment she touched him he neared climax. He’d never had such a powerful connection to anyone before. It might have been scary but instead, it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

She dipped her head down and tongued his balls. His head fell back. Her fist surrounded him, sliding up and down while she licked his sac.

Close. So close. He moaned and she moved up to the head, sucking him into her mouth hard and very wet. He thrust and came as he clenched his jaw and locked his knees.

One sweet kiss on the head, another on his belly. “That was lovely,” she said, looking up at him.

He tossed his clothes and got into the bath, settling her on the edge and spreading her thighs wide. Waving his hand in the water, he used the sensation to slowly drive her up while licking and biting her ni**les.

When she was sufficiently squeaky and practically shoved his head down to her pu**y, he kissed his way down and buried his face there. Her clit, swollen and hard, bloomed against his tongue.

Her needy sounds buffeted him as he licked and tongued her, f**king into her with his fingers and playing against her ass. He’d take her there that night, when they were alone and relaxed, he’d be in every part of her before they went back home the next morning.

“Oh!”

He sucked her clit between his teeth, just barely grazing it. She jumped and then writhed. He bit the inside of her thigh and she shivered. The flat of his tongue pressed against her clit, swiping back and forth over her, time and again until the fingers sifting through his hair gripped him tight and held him there.

Her taste burst over his lips and tongue as she climaxed and then slowly slid into the water with a happy sigh.

He kissed her, lazy and slow. His taste mingled with hers and he wanted that moment forever.

Instead, he soaked there with her for a few minutes longer before getting out and putting his boxers on. “Going to go and get the steaks on.”

She smiled. “That was an excellent appetizer. I’ll be down to get some sides started in a minute.”

They worked in tandem. She in the kitchen and he alternated between the kitchen and the deck where the grill was. He knew they were being guarded. Lex had twenty wolves out there with laser sites and silver bullets. It gave him a sense of safety with her, the most precious thing in his universe.

After dinner, they washed up and headed back upstairs.

“So, Grace,” he whispered in her ear as he kneaded her shoulders and pushed his shirt off her shoulders. He loved that she wore them, loved her scent on his things.

“Mmmm?”

“Before you went to Chicago, I said I was going to take you here.” He slid his fingers over the curve of her ass and between. Grace jumped but then gentled again. Her breath was a bit shaky but he didn’t smell fear on her, only curiosity and desire. Good.

“I trust you. I want it. I want it because you do.”

There was simply nothing she could have said that would have turned him on more.

He laid her on the bed on her stomach and began to massage her, taking his time, kneading, caressing, touching. After a while, he put a bolster pillow under her hips, bringing her ass up. He’d already placed the lube nearby and poured some over her rear passage.

One hand worked her ass, slowly working his fingers in and the other found her pu**y wet and ready. “Oh that’s it, honey.”

He brought the small vibrator out and turned it on. Putting it in her hand, he moved her so she could use it on her clit and into her gate. “Make yourself feel good. And relax. When I push in, bear down. Fuck yourself with the vibe when I take your ass, Grace.”