Now the only thing I feel is him.
His lips. His tongue. His hands.
All of it is surrounding me, wrapping me like a blanket andwarming every inch of my body.
“Cayden,” I moan his name as he moves to the other side.
He does the same again and my fingers fist in his dark brownhair.
When he pulls back, he quickly grabs me, lifting me asthough I weigh nothing and placing me on the couch. My sweatshirt is gone asecond later and he pushes my legs apart.
“Are you ready to say please?” he asks before pressing akiss to the inside of my knee.
The defiance in me rises. There’s no way. I will not beghim.
I shake my head.
Cayden tsks and then his hands move up my thighs. “Such ashame. If you ask nicely, I’ll pull these shorts off and run my tongue up yourlegs until I find your sweet pussy.”
Don’t do it. Don’t give in. The game will be over andthat will be that.
“Since you want it, you should ask me nicely,” I try to keepthe desperation out of my voice because I want it so bad.
So damn bad.
His smirk tells me I didn’t succeed. He pushes up on hisknees, moving towards me and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I watch as hisfingers move slowly and I can feel his gaze on me. “I never denied I want it,Hadley. I never said I didn’t want you. I ache for you, love. I think of yourdefiant mouth wrapped around my dick. I imagine your taste, your moans, yourperfect body, and what your face will look like when I’m buried inside of you.”The shirt falls off and I want to weep.
Cayden’s body is ridiculous. The thick muscles that hidebeneath his shirt are sinful. I know what a farmer’s body can look like, theway the years of manual work take the place of the gym. But we haven’t been onour farms in years. However, you’d never know looking at him now.
He moves even closer to me, his lips just barely brushingagainst mine. “I can’t do it,” I admit.
What Cayden doesn’t know is that while I have an amazingfather now, I didn’t as a child. I can’t beg him. For years I watched who Ibelieved to be my father beat my mother, make her beg for her life, for mysafety. Kevin beat my mother within an inch of her life, all while she pleadedfor him to stop. If it weren’t for her bravery, I would be dead. And if it weren’tfor my father, so would she.
I promised myself that I would never beg a man for anything.
Cayden brushes his fingers along my chin. His eyes studyingmine. I see the understanding in his green eyes. Then another emotion, one Ican’t name takes its place. “Who hurt you?” his voice is calm, but a trace ofanger lingers.
“I can’t.”
“I won’t ever hurt you, Hadley. I…won’t.”
“I know.”
And I do. I trust this infuriating man. He and I havebattled so many times and it has never been because he wants to hurt me. Caydencomes from the same place of needing to win, and I understand him more than Icare to admit.
I takes his face in my hands, worried he’ll want to talkabout the shit in my past I work hard to forget. “I won’t beg, but I will askthis—if you want me, show me.”
His eyes close and he moves forward in a heartbeat. His lipsare on mine, kissing me like a starving man tasting food for the first time.
My fingers thread in his thick hair, holding him there,kissing him back and pouring all my desire in it. I want him so bad. I hate thatI want him so bad, but I do.
I hate that the alcohol has taken away the resistance Iworked so hard to build.
Cayden pulls back, his hand moving to my hips and pulling atthe shorts. I lift my hips to help him and then they’re gone. I’m buck assnaked in the middle of the living room.
This is so stupid.
But before I can protest or state that this is a bad ideasince my cousin could walk in at any minute, his hands are spreading my thighsapart and I feel his tongue make a glorious swipe against my clit.
