Page 44 of Seduce Me in Shadow

I shouldn’t. He’s not being honest. He’s after something besides my body. Giving in is mad. Dangerous. “Yes.”

“Take it off.” He glares at my lingerie. “All of it.”

“Here?”

“And now. It’s in my way.” The hunger stamped across his face warns that if I don’t doff my silky things immediately, he’ll rip them off.

I’m hardly impulsive, I rarely show vulnerability, and I don’t have sex with men I’ve never dated. But Caden? For him, I’m breaking all my rules.

“All right.”

My womb clenches as I pluck at the tie between my breasts and open the corset front of my filmy bralette. Then I drag it over my head.

Usually, I’m self-conscious about my smallish breasts. But his possessive stare zeroes in on the hard tips, making it clear that he’s not complaining.

“You’re beautiful.”

The longer he looks the more my nipples swell and tingle. I can barely breathe. Caden hasn’t touched me yet, and I’m already beyond aroused.

He stalks into my personal space. “The rest.”

A thrill shudders up my spine as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my little knickers and drag them down my thighs.

The instant I’m completely naked, Caden lunges for me. He backs me against the wall, breathing harsh, and flattens his palms on either side of my head. Our chests collide. He’s scalding hot. I gasp at the burn.

“Touch me.” I guide his hand to my breast, and I don’t care that I’m begging. “Here.”

Just like the fantasy I wrote in the magical diary.

A moment later, he cups me in his huge palm and pinches my nipple. My breath catches as a cascade of tingles race through my body, lighting me up like a bonfire. My eyes slide shut, and my head rolls back as I lose myself to sensation, to his touch.

This is my fantasy butsomuch better.

“Look at me.”

I do, and the molten demand in his eyes nearly melts me.

“Touch me here.” I grab his wrist and guide his hand between my legs, where I’m aching and burning for him.

He’s more than happy to accommodate, his fingers dipping into my slit before settling over my swollen clit.

Our gazes lock as he rubs me slowly. I gasp; my breath catches. It’s unbearably intimate, my arousal climbing and mycomposure slipping away while he touches me and looks straight into my eyes like he enjoys the sight of me unraveling for him.

Awareness buzzes. Sensations overwhelm me. I grip his shoulders, reveling in the taut, solid feel of him as he thrusts his fingers into my aching emptiness. God, yes. I need this. Need him.

He pumps his fingers into me, catching that sensitive spot inside me that soon has me clawing at him, panting his name, and on the precipice of orgasm. How can he take me to the brink in two minutes or less? And can he please do it again?

“If you don’t want me to fuck you, you have three seconds to say no.”

I don’t hesitate. “I said yes the moment you walked in the door.”

He drags in a ragged breath, his massive shoulders rising as he toes off his trainers while tearing at the drawstring of his pants and shoving them down. No boxers or tighty-whities for him. He’s naked, and everything about him is mouthwateringly impressive.

He bends and plants a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my abdomen, then laves his way up my body to lick the hard tips of my breasts before he grips my thighs in his huge hands. I turn my face for his kiss, but he bypasses my lips and nuzzles my neck, breathing hard.

I arch to give him better access. He takes the skin I cede by pelting my throat with hot kisses that send a shiver racing through me.

His knee-melting scent, coupled with his mouth on my skin, are sublime thrills. My arousal climbs even higher when he lifts me, flattens me against the wall, and pins me there beneath his big body.

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