The sound Angelina made, the way she clawed at the wall—she'd liked that, what Cade did to her dress. The realization hit him low and hard, a hot punch of lust that earned a grunt of pure want as he looked at the long, graceful line of Angelina's back. A calloused hand ran down her spine, loving the contrast between her skin and his own before being thoroughly distracted by her ass.
A finger hooked in the waistband of her panties, teasing the soft skin there before tugging the fabric down with enough force to make the some of the lace give with a soft ripping sound but not give out completely. That was just fine with Cade for now as he slipped his whole hand beneath the fabric to palm her ass before letting a finger go exploring between her legs.