She continued. I watched a tall, muscle-bound guy with biceps bigger than my legs get into bed beside me. He turned his back toward me. I wanted to believe it was to give me a sense of privacy that I didn’t really need and not that he was upset with me for our second botched attempt at having sex.
My mom droned on for another half hour. Maybe I should have just told her I had someone with me, but that would have only made the conversation longer.
“Well, I’d better get started on breakfast. I love you, Lake. Please be safe. You know I hate you traveling by yourself.”
“I’m fine, Mom. I love you too.”
I set my phone down and let my eyes wander over Cage’s back. The sheet rested low on his hip. He’d fallen asleep, and I couldn’t blame him. I eased out of bed and took a much-needed shower, brushed my teeth, then sat on the edge of the bed to rub lotion over my legs and arms.
After shutting off the light, I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t a big surprise. My body didn’t run on the same schedule as normal humans. So many things changed after my accident.
Man of my dreams was next to me in bed. What was I thinking? I shimmied out of my shorts and panties and shrugged off my T-shirt, tossing it to the end of the bed. Easing myself closer to Cage, I rested my head on the edge of his pillow. I brought my hand close to his back, almost touching him, and then I pulled it back. Like the chicken I was, I did the same thing several more times before I worked up the courage to touch him, but it wasn’t with my hand. I pressed my lips between his shoulder blades.
He stirred. I pulled away and held my breath as he turned toward me. Stripping was a bad idea; at least that’s what my evil friend, Insecurity, said to me. The curtains, that didn’t get completely shut, let through enough light that I could see his face, his tired eyes, and the way he blinked them as if to check his vision, because surely the woman beside him wouldn’t be naked.
“Hey,” he whispered.
I smiled.
My arms were tucked against my breasts. He slowly movedmy top arm to my side and then my bottom arm. There was no way to hide the rapid rise and fall of my chest or the unfolding of goose bumps along my skin. It was just meant for him to know exactly what he did to me.
Cage feathered his fingers over my neck then worked his way down to my chest, cupping one breast in his hand as his thumb circled over my nipple. A slow, heavy throb settled between my legs. As if he sensed it too, his fingers brushed down my stomach, stopping an inch above the spot that begged for his touch.
He leaned his head toward me, laying an agonizingly slow kiss on my lips. “Spread your legs,” he whispered over my lips.
Oh my hell. How did he make that sound so dirty yet so damn sexy?
I gave him an inch, maybe a half.
His tongue teased my lips as his hand slid further south. “Wider.”
Gulp!
I gave him another inch.
He smiled against my lips. “More.” He diverted his hand to my inner thigh and opened my legs wider.
My hips jerked off the bed when his fingertip brushed my clit.
“Do you want this?”
I nodded, barely, but it was a nod. His touch paralyzed my whole body.
“Say it.”
I swallowed hard again. “I want this.”
His mouth covered mine at the same time two of his fingers slid into me. He absorbed my moans as his tongue mimicked the motion of his fingers. I came embarrassingly fast.My fault, not his. As he pulled his fingers out of me, he moved his mouth down my neck to my chest. I rolled onto my back.
“Cage…” I moaned as his mouth made love to my breasts.
I threaded my fingers into his hair while he positioned his body between my legs. His tongue dipped into my belly button as he shimmied his body toward the end of the bed.
“No.” I squirmed beneath him, tightening my grip on his hair.
“You said fingers…” kiss to my abdomen “…tongue…” he licked a path lower “…and cock.”
I gave one last unforgiving tug to his hair. He chuckled, but stopped his descent. “No tongue?”
