Maybe it’s because of all the reasons I shouldn’t. Maybethis is some daddy issue I don’t even know I have. Whatever the reason is, I amjust drunk enough not to care.
Cayden’s tongue pushes into my mouth, his hands guiding myhead to the side so he can kiss me harder, deeper, controlling the kiss.
I wrap my arms around his neck, loving the way his bodyfeels against mine.
He moves his lips down my neck, to where my shoulder isexposed. “You skin is so soft,” he murmurs before running his tongue back upthe way he kissed and then circling the shell of my ear. “So sweet too. Are youstill sweet other places, Hadley?”
My eyes close as his words wash over me. “Maybe you shouldfind out,” I counter.
“I will but you’re going to have to ask me nicely.”
“No.”
“No?” Cayden asks as he nips my ear.
“No. I’m not going to ask you nicely.”
I can feel the grin against my skin. “We’ll see about that.”
This is what we get off on. The part of me that only heunderstands. I want to fight. I want to push him, have him push me back, andargue until we both get what we want.
“Yes, I guess we will.” I pull his face back so I can lookinto his eyes. They’re warm, liquid, and swimming with desire. “Kiss me.”
“Please…” he prompts.
He’s out of his fucking mind. I’m not going to say please.Instead, I press my lips to his, moving my hand down at the same time, brushinghis rock-hard cock. That touch causes a slip in his control. His mouth opens tome, and I take the lead. Our tongues slide against each other and when I rub alittle harder, Cayden moans.
When he confessed to thinking of me when he touches himself,I thought I might die. The images that came to me were so intense, and I wantto see it for myself. Which if I were sober, I would never admit.
His fingers slide against my spine, and then move betweenus, finding bare skin against my stomach.
When I got home, I changed into my normal staying in attire.A baggy sweatshirt, shorts, and a messy bun. Right now, I’m pretty grateful forthe lack of undergarments and things that would definitely make it harder forhim to touch me.
Cayden’s hand moves higher, finding my breast. He kneads theright one and runs a finger around my nipple. He breaks the kiss but pulls mylower lip in his teeth as he pulls back. “I betyou’resweet here.”
“I couldn’t tell you.”
“Do you want to know, love?”
The instinct to argue is so high, but I want it. I want histongue and mouth there. I want him to kiss me and I can fight it or give inthis time. Deciding that there’s a middle ground is where I land. “Only if youdo.”
He chuckles. “Well played. I definitely do. I already toldyou that.”
“Then maybe you should shut up and do what we both want.”
“So you do want it. I knew you’d admit it.”
Damn him.
“I hate you.”
“You only wish you did,” Cayden’s voice is low as he moveshis head towards my breast. “You wish you didn’t want my mouth on your body.You wish you could hate me and not want me, and do you know how I know this?”
My head falls back as the heat of his mouth draws closer.“No,” I let the word fall out, answering his question.
“Because I feel the same.”
I can’t respond because the sensations become too much. Histongue slides around my nipple, flicking it back and forth slowly as his handscaress my breasts. I feel lightheaded, and not just from the alcohol. Somewherebetween his kiss and our bickering, I lost some of the buzz I was enjoying somuch.
