Page 37 of Cayden

“And almost burned the place down.” He had told her the story and had her in stitches.

“Mixing several elements at the same time proved to be a disaster and almost a tragedy.”

“You burned off your eyebrows.”

“And gave mother a moment of great distress. I had never seen her cry before and she did that day.” He grinned. “Dad was a little less unemotional and leaning towards fury. I presented an argument that I was following in the footsteps of those who had gone before me and was quite lofty in my dissertation.

I got a wallop for it and a stern speech. I was also forbidden to go down to the wine cellar for a month. It was the appropriate punishment for me, because he knew how fascinated I was with just sitting there and reading the labels.”

His green eyes met hers. “Better?”

She nodded and did not want him to stop.

“How about I take this off?” He tugged at her leggings.

“You just want sex.”

“Always.” He concurred. “But for now, I just want to cater to my wife.”

“I have no objections.” Putting down the cup, she lifted her hips, so he could take it off. Her sweater was next and the scarf. The fire warmed her skin through the thin camisole she had donned and had her feeling drowsy.

“You roped Clive in at the time.”

He grinned, his hands moving towards her thighs. “He was always following me around, wanting to do whatever I was doing. But being the coward he was, he stood far behind me andmissed all the injuries.” He worked his hands over her supple flesh and felt her skin shivering.

“Cold?”

“No.” She cleared her throat and felt the drowsiness disappearing. “It’s – don’t stop.”

“I was not planning to.” With his eyes on her face, he used his thumbs to knead her flesh. “You have the softest skin. Reminds me of silk.”

“Your hands are working their magic in more ways than one,” she murmured huskily.

“I live to please.” He eased the edges of her panties and worked his fingers through the hairs covering her sex. “How do you feel now?” His voice had thickened, and he could feel the familiar response of his body.

“Over the moon.” Her body shifted restlessly.

“Perhaps I should stop.”

“If you do, I’m going to have to kill you.”

“You were not feeling well. I know you, baby. I cannot…,” he hissed out a breath when she simply opened her thighs. “Darling…”

“Don’t stop.” She ordered. “Please. It feels so good. I am sensitive right there. Yes.” She panted. “That is it. Keep going.”

“It’s best if I…,” he peeled the panties off her and tossed them aside, coming back to his position. “Here?” His clever fingers soothed the folds of her vagina.

“Yes. And oh! There.” She arched her back as he slid a finger over the sensitive mound.

Sliding down, he crouched between her thighs, his eyes on her face as he continued to torment her with his fingers.

“So wet.” His voice was unrecognizable, his body already pulsing in anticipation. “So tight.” He whistled through his teeth as he worked his way further in. “The first time I entered you, I could not believe you were so tight. Practically a virgin.”

“You know why.” Her hands clutched the folds of the blanket as she tried to anchor herself.

“You have only been in one relationship, at College.” He was finding it more and more difficult to hold onto his control. His fingers made slick, slippery sounds as they worked their way in and out of her. “I am a very lucky man.” Bending his head, he first used his tongue and then his teeth on the raised flesh and had her calling out his name.

“Cayden… Oh God!” Her body lifted, head twisting from side to side as heat swamped her. “Please. Oh Please!” The thin sound of her voice drove him mad. Dipping his tongue in, he cradled her hips and brought her closer to him, his mouth tormenting the flesh.

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