For a second, she doesn’t say a word. Just stares at me like I’ve given her something like a gift. It’s like she’s finally realizing she can have whatever she wants in this world.
Watching her pick up the pieces has been hard, but it’s moments like this that are so rewarding.
“You think I can do it?” she whispers.
“Think?” I step closer, if that’s even possible. “Iknowyou can. You deserve the world, and I’m the lucky man who gets to watch you take it.”
A shaky hand grips the front of my shirt, twists it tight, and pulls me into a kiss. It starts off sweet, like the chocolate on her tongue, but it doesn’t say there long. All heat and honesty as I lift her and wrap her legs around my waist.
Our lips don’t part as I carry her out of the kitchen and through the living room. Not as I kick open her bedroom door. Not even as the bedroom door closes behind us.
It’s not until I fall on the mattress with her on top of me that I feel the shift. The moment it changes from comfort to hunger.
FromI need to feel safetoI need to feel you.
Shay’s hips roll rhythmically against mine, slow and deliberate, and I groan into her mouth at the feeling. No matter how many times we do this, it’s still as exciting as the first. Except now, I know the exact sound she makes when I press my lips to that spot just below her ear. How and where she likes to be touched. How to build her up until she’s begging for more.
Chilly fingers reach under my shirt and tug at the cotton. In one smooth motion, she pulls it over my head and tosses it to the ground. My hands caress her clothed waist, admiring the curves I could draw blindfolded. When my fingers finally slide under her—my—shirt, goosebumps bloom across her skin.
“You’re still wearing clothes.”
“Fix it then,” she challenges, lifting her arms.
Gladly.
I don’t mean to rip the buttons, but I couldn’t care less when I see what she’s been hiding underneath. It’s criminal how the lacy, lavender bra fits her. I try to take my time exploring the swell of her chest, but she tugs at my locs to lift my head.
“You’re stalling,” she rasps.
“No.” I grin. “I’m appreciating.”
My teeth graze her nipple, sending her grinding against my dick. God, I’m so hard, but all I want to do is taste her.
As if she weighs nothing, I flip us and press her back to the mattress. The look in her eye tells me she knows exactly where I’m going.
I kiss down her chest, over her stomach, and give some extra attention to her hips. When I reach the waistband of the matching lavender thong, I snap it against her skin and savor her sharp intake of breath.
“I’m the luckiest man alive.” Easing the lavender thong down her thighs, I settle between parted legs. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby,” I murmur, but my eyes are on her face, pinched with ecstasy.
She fists the bedsheets and chokes out, “Cade.”
Grinning, I take in my favorite view. “Yes?”
It can’t be easy to look upset and aroused at the same time, but she has perfected it. “If you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’m going to walk out of here and—”
A grateful sob leaves her lips, hands flying to my locs to anchor herself as I work her over slowly. Tongue circling. Fingers teasing.
My girl is so responsive. All it takes is one finger to make her back arch. Two fingers send her hips into the air, and I have to press on her stomach with my free hand to hold her down.
“You’re so good to me,” she whispers, like it’s a secret.
I pull back long enough to take in her flushed cheeks and parted lips.
“You make it easy,” I breathe, and it’s the truth.
With a moan that curls all the way through me, she comes hard, clenching around my fingers with glassy eyes locked on me.
She reaches for me immediately, and I crawl back up to her.
