“I want you more than you can possibly know.” Again he kisses me. “But I want to drive you crazy more.”
“You do.” I touch his cheek. “I can’t resist you.”
“I know you can’t.” His tongue flicks over the seam of my lips. “I adore that about you.”
“Oh yeah?” My breath comes out like a pant.
“Yeah.” He shifts, reaching to stroke the silky fabric between my legs. “I want you out of your mind before I claim you for my own.”
I arch into his touch. “Do your worst.”
“Now that…” He kisses me. “…is a dangerous statement to make.”
He shifts, moving lower, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. The sensation sends electricity racing through me. He tortures me, laving and licking and tugging with teeth, before he moves to deliver the same treatment to my other breast.
My eyes close, and I tangle my fingers in his short hair, keeping him close.
On and on it goes, until I think I’ll go absolutely mad. I moan his name, digging my nails into his skin, whispering a nonsensical, urgent plea.
All I want is for him to take me. I want his cock inside me—moving and thrusting and giving me what I’ve been desperate for since the moment I laid eyes on him.
But he keeps going, amusing himself with my breasts like they’re his own personal playground.
I rock up off the bed. “Caden.”
He licks one peaked tip. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Then he begins again, and it’s heaven and hell all mixed together. Lust pounds through my veins, thick and demanding. My hips tilt. Rising. Seeking friction.
The bed creaks under my restless movements.
He blows a breath against my skin. “I like you like this. All eager and at my mercy. Maybe I should keep you like this for a couple of hours.”
I shake my head. “Please, no.”
In response, he moves down my body, inching farther and farther until his mouth covers the damp lace between my legs. He sucks, his tongue wetting the fabric. It’s a tease, a hint of what his mouth can do.
“More,” I cry.
His mouth is open, covering me but not delivering as his tongue slides up and down the lace. My thighs clamp around his head, urging him on. His only response is to continue the torture.
After a mindless eternity, he moves up my body, licking at my breasts again.
I don’t know how long it goes on, but I know it’s never been like this for me before.
I’ve never had a man take this kind of time.
Never been out of my mind.
Never been so hot and desperate.
I thought I wanted slam-you-up-the-wall passion, like it would prove something to me. But maybe Caden is right, and this is better. Doesn’t this prove far more?
He travels the length of my body, and to my relief, this time he slides my panties down my legs. They join the rest of my clothes on the floor.
I’m completely naked, but he’s still fully clothed.
And I’m suddenly frantic for skin on skin.