Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
He strips my shirt off and then reaches for my jeans, his knuckles grazing my hips as he undoes the button and slides them down my legs. Every touch is electric, sending jolts of desire through me that leave me breathless and aching for more. When I’m standing there in nothing but my bra and panties, he steps back for just a moment, his eyes raking over me with a hunger that makes me weak at the knees.
Why I am not telling him to stop? Why don’t I feel insecure about being naked for the first time with a man? Why am I just going with? It is beyond me.
But it’s as if I’m drawn to Cade in an inexplicable way.
Like he is already mine.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, before closing the distance between us again. His hands are on me, warm and sure as they slide up my sides, pulling me against him. The feel of his bare chest against mine is almost too much, and I let out a soft gasp, my fingers curling into his shoulders.
And then he’s kissing me, hard and demanding, like he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have. His mouth is hot and insistent against mine, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulls me even closer. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, but I don’t want him to. I want him to let go, to take me anywhere he desires.
“Cade,” I gasp against his mouth, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath. “I need you...”
“Lena,” he groans, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes, I do,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “Please, Cade...”
His control snaps, and in the next moment, we’re on the rug in front of the fire, our bodies entwined as the storm rages outside. But here, in Cade’s arms, I’ve never felt safer, warmer, or more alive.
four
LENA
The heat from the fire is nothing compared to the heat of Cade’s body pressed against mine. His lips are on me, demanding, possessive, as if he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have. I melt into him, my hands clutching at his shoulders as his kiss deepens, pulling me under.
His hand slides down my body, slipping under my panties, and I gasp, my head falling back as he touches me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that have me trembling with need. He’s taking his time, building the tension between us, and it’s driving me wild. I want him, all of him, now.
“Cade,” I moan, my voice trembling as he pushes me closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every touch, every kiss. I’ve never felt anything like this before, this overwhelming need that’s consuming me, making me desperate for more.
He groans against my neck, his breath hot on my skin as he kisses his way down my body, his lips trailing over my breasts, my stomach, until he’s kneeling between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. He looks up at me, his gaze holding mine as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh, making me shiver with anticipation.
“Lena,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, leaving me bare to him. His eyes darken even more as he takes me in, his hands gripping my hips as he leans in, his mouth hovering just above where I need him most.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but feel as he lowers his head and takes me against his mouth, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that send waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cry out, my hands tangling in his hair as he takes me higher and higher, his touch both gentle and relentless.
He’s driving me insane, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, until I’m trembling with the need to let go and lose myself in him. And then he’s there, pushing me over with one last, deep flick of his tongue, and I’m falling, the pleasure so intense it’s almost too much to bear.
“Cade!” I cry out, my body arching off the bed as I come apart in his arms, the pleasure crashing over me in waves, each one stronger than the last. He holds me through it, his hands on my hips, his mouth still on me, drawing out every last shudder, every last moan, until I’m spent, trembling in his arms.
He kisses his way back up my body, his hands sliding over my skin, pulling me close as he settles back down beside me. My breath is still coming in short, ragged gasps, and I can feel the tremors still running through me, the aftershocks of the pleasure he just gave me.