"I'm weak." He admitted. "You're beautiful and sweet and I want a taste. Will you allow me to taste you, little Abby?"
"You said you wanted to talk." It was a last-ditch effort to inject some sanity into madness that was creeping over her.
"We will," his head lowered. "Much later." He brushed his lips on hers, just a mere touch, a feather like brush, a mingling of their breaths.
His hands wandered over her back, coming to the back of her neck. Her dark brown shoulder length hair was loose, giving him the opportunity of combing his fingers through the strands.
He wanted her with a fervor that was making him edgy. He sensed her innocence, it all but poured through her. And commonsense warned him to step back.
He had not been with an untouched woman since he was sixteen. But the need clawed at him ferociously.
"Kiss me back, baby." He breathed.
He felt her tremble, her slender curves arching towards him. Her slight hesitation did not go unnoticed. But it was fleeting.
Lifting her hands, she wrapped them around his neck and tilted her mouth to his. Stifling a groan, he toyed with her full bottom lip, one hand banding around her waist and lifting her even closer.
She smelled of honey and desire. The scent of daffodils, peonies and cabbage roses burst through the air like magic.
The entire night was magical, as if some higher hand had spun it just for them.
As the gentle night breeze rustled the leaves, Abby felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them suspended in this enchanted moment. The soft glow of the moon bathed them in silver, deepening the shadows and lending an otherworldly aura to their embrace.
Every heartbeat seemed amplified, every sensation heightened, as if the garden itself was holding its breath, waiting for their story to unfold.
Her heart opened up and swelled, taking it all in. Taking him in. Her head arched, lips eager to meet his. But he was not ready.
He had been playing this game for so long, he had become an expert. He knew when to ease back, when to tease and when to completely devastate.
For reasons he could not define, he wanted to prolong. She tasted sweet, her scent lingering on his tongue. And he wanted more. It surprised him how much more he wanted.
It was time to take the kiss deeper. Sliding his tongue between her lips, he tangled with hers, teasing, plunging slightly and then withdrawing, nibbling until she thought she was going clean out of her mind.
She had been kissed before of course. Gentle kisses from a boy she had had a crush on in high school and then when she went to college there had been others who had introduced her to something more.
But never like this. She felt as if she was being swamped. Sensations poured through her like white hot lava.
It occurred to her vaguely that she was dealing with an expert, with a man who had finetuned his skill of pleasing women.
But none of it mattered. His lips plundered hers. She clung to him, offering herself on the proverbial platter. Her senses swam; her knees went weak.
She who had abhorred and scoffed at the turn of phrases in the few romance novels she had deigned to read. She was practical, sensible and too smart to believe in love at first sight. Or that a kiss could transport you to beyond the realms of reason.
His mouth lifted, only to race over her neck and her throat. He nibbled there, tasting her skin and firing his own desire.
His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs slowly rubbing over the rigid nipples.
"I want you." His voice was thick and unsteady. He was damned if his body wasn't shuddering. Her effect on him was frustrating. He had to have her. Now.
It had to be now. He was starved for her.
"Cade..." She tried to surface from the incredible fog that covered her mind. Her body was lax and fluid.
"Don't deny me." His mouth raced up over her neck and covered hers before she could make any further protest.
The kiss drained her, sent hot flames licking through her body at an alarming rate.
"I want you." He rasped. She was helpless to say anything other than yes.
