The Billionaire's Game(45)

After updating her website and posting her new phone number, she’d gotten tons of calls for new jobs, the large majority of them in Florida. No doubt it had something to do with news of her being Max and Maddie’s sister, but her calendar was becoming booked, and she’d accepted all the jobs in Florida. Now that she had the funds, she wanted to get a place to plant her feet, collect things and stop running.

Her soul was completely shattered, and walking away from Kade was going to be the hardest thing she’d ever had to do—probably the hardest thing she would ever have to do—but she knew she had to do it. Maybe someday the pieces of her soul would slowly fall back into place and become whole again. Right now, the pieces were so small she couldn’t see a single particle of it. There was just a black emptiness that was already haunting her, and she hadn’t even left Kade’s home yet.

“What are you doing?” a smooth baritone asked from the doorway.

Asha swung around, her heart leaping to her throat as she saw Kade, one hip propped against her door, his arms folded, and a puzzled look on his face. All he was wearing was a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips, leaving his incredible upper body bare. He looked freshly showered, his hair wet and sexily mussed. “Nothing…I was just getting my things together. I’m done with your house. There are no walls left for me to paint.” She averted her eyes, unable to watch him move across the room without wanting to throw herself in his arms.

“So you’re just planning on leaving. Just like that? Why?” he demanded, his arms encircling her waist as he stopped behind her.

Because I love you so much that I can’t bear it.

Because I’m afraid if I don’t leave now, I’ll lose any shred of dignity that I have left after my past.

Because I need you to love me back.

Asha stepped away from him, heading for the door. “I was going to make some breakfast,” she told him casually, ignoring his question.

Kade caught her as she got to the door. Backing her up against the wall, he pinned her there with his body. “Why?” he growled angrily. “Is this about the infertility thing? Dammit…talk to me. I’ll tell you a secret: I’ve never been sure that I wanted a child of my own. My father was a fucking lunatic and my gene pool sucks. I could just as easily adopt. Having a child with my DNA isn’t that important to me. Hell, I’ve never even really thought that seriously about having a kid, yet. I doubt I’d even make a decent father.”

Asha froze, stunned. Her gaze shot to Kade’s fierce expression, his eyes flashing blue fire. It didn’t change anything, but his vehemence shocked her. She knew he meant what he said, that he didn’t need a child with his own DNA, but it still surprised her. “Kade…I’m not helpless anymore. And I’m not broke. I can survive okay.”

He entwined his fingers with hers and lifted her hands over her head, pressing his hard body into hers. Asha could feel his hard length straining against the denim of his jeans as it made contact with her pelvis. The thought of having him inside her made her choke down a moan. He held her completely captive as his tongue trailed hotly down the sensitive skin of her neck, nipping and stroking her earlobe. “I don’t want you to be broke or helpless,” he hissed harshly, his hot breath wafting over her ear, making her shiver with need. “I just want you to be mine.”

Asha’s whole body melted against him, because she wanted to be his. Dear God, she had no defenses when it came to this man. He made her body feel exquisite pleasures that it had never experienced before, and she greedily wanted more. Her head fell back against the wall, giving him free access to whatever he wanted. “Kade,” she moaned, unable to think, unable to do anything except feel.

“That’s it, baby. Moan my name. Remember how it feels to come apart for me,” Kade said fiercely, untwining his fingers from hers to tear off her shirt and work the button and zipper of her jeans. “Fuck! You aren’t leaving me. Not ever. Are you trying to kill me, Asha? Because you will kill me if you leave. I’ll be so goddamn empty that I won’t give a shit about anything anymore.”

Asha whimpered as Kade jerked her jeans and panties from her legs and quickly lowered his own, allowing his hard length to spring free. “Fuck me, Kade. I need you.” Asha needed to feel him inside her right now.

Just one more time. I need him.

He reached between her thighs, his fingers rough as they speared through her folds, her humid flesh yielding for him easily. “Tell me you won’t leave,” he insisted, pinching her clit just hard enough to send waves of sensation through her entire body. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”