“Don’t.” One whispered word from her lips.
“Don’t what?”
“Look at me like that… We’re not together anymore.” That was a very simplistic way of putting it. But she felt simple right now, so it was fitting.
“If that’s your only reason…” Before she could comprehend what he was doing, he rolled them over so he hovered above her on the mattress. “I fucked up.”
“You did.” More whispered words. She pressed her hands to his chest, telling herself she intended to push him away. She didn’t. Instead, she let his heart thrum against her fingers. Let the warmth of his chest run down her arms.
His head lowered, and she held her breath as his lips grazed her cheek. “When I lost my mother, something inside me…shifted.”
He pressed a kiss to her skin, so light it was just a whisper.
“I became scared to lose another family member, terrified of feeling that kind of pain again,” he continued, breath running over her skin. “Of seeing the others so hurt.”
A hand trailed up her side, making her itch to arch her back. To press herself into him.
“Then years later, Martin stole from my dad, and not only did it renew my fear of family getting hurt, it instilled a new fear inme. A fear of trust…because trust makes us vulnerable. It certainly did for my father.”
His mouth moved down to her chest, over her T-shirt.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, hating that his family had been through so much.
“But I’m learning that trust isn’t always bad.” His lips suddenly closed over her nipple, sucking through the material of her shirt.
She gasped and bowed off the bed, pushing herself farther into his mouth as his teeth grazed her bud. As his tongue swept the nipple back and forth.
“Trust can let a new person in. And Tilly, I have to let you in…because I need you. I’ve started to crave you, from the moment I wake up in the morning to the moment I sleep.” His mouth switched to her other breast, and she squirmed as a new onslaught began. “I’m sorry for what I did. And I will prove that to you, in everything I do from this point on.”
She grabbed his shoulders, trying to steady herself. Could a woman orgasm from just a man’s mouth on her breasts? Because it felt like she could.
Suddenly the material was shoved up, and his mouth was on her bare breast, teasing and tugging while his hand moved down her body. She groaned and arched again.
“If you want me to stop, you need to tell me now, Tilly.”
His words were almost white noise behind the buzzing in her ears. The throbbing in her lower belly.
“Tilly…”
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t stop!”
He growled and latched back onto her breast as his fingers dipped into her panties and stroked her clit. She cried out, her body jolting at the touch. He did it again and again. Swiping and playing. Swirling and teasing.
When he released her nipple, she wanted to plead with him to return to her, but then his mouth moved down her belly, kissing her hip bone before her panties were tugged down her legs.
“Kayden…” That’s all she got out before he widened her thighs, closed his lips over her clit, and sucked.
She screamed, her hips trying to rise off the bed, but Kayden’s arms around her thighs kept her exactly where she was. His tongue ran down her core, flicking and sucking.
The heat in her belly grew, until there was a delicious burn in her lower belly. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged at the strands.
When fingers went to her entrance, her breath stopped. Then he pushed inside, and she bowed off the bed, a cry falling from her lips.
He thrust in and out of her, his mouth never leaving her clit. She could barely breathe. It felt like a giant fist was squeezing her chest.
He changed the angle of his thrust, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her want to gasp and cry and fall. He sucked her clit hard, and suddenly, she broke. Screamed as her body catapulted over the edge and she shattered into a million pieces.
The scream was cut off by Kayden’s mouth on hers, his tongue sweeping between her lips and tangling with her own while his fingers continued to work her, his thumb on her clit.
