Page 29 of Keeping The Virgin

Chapter 10

Cage is leaningagainst the doorframe of his bathroom with a towel riding on his hips. The moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling window shows me every carved inch of him: his long, strong legs, his hard abs and broad chest, his chiseled arms and wide shoulders. His tanned skin is beaded with water, his hair wet, and the clean, damp air tells me that he just got out of the shower.

My mouth starts watering as I imagine how his skin will smell, how it’ll feel slipping against mine.

Tonight’s going to happen.

Oh my god…

It’s actually happening.

He moves away from the wall then toward me so slowly, methodically, that it’s as if he’s already thought long and hard about what he’s going to do to me and how he’s going to do it. “Just look at you, Karini. Fuck, look at you.”

He makes me feel as if I’m the only woman who’s ever caught his eye. I never really realized that I could be attractive before this, but now I quiver with the knowledge that he wants me badly, and it’s not only because he bought me.

I pulse with heat, with desperation as he comes even closer.

“How about a kiss hello,” he says.

I nod, almost in a sensual trance, then I draw in a tight breath as he stops in front of me. A thousand seconds seem to pass as I look up at him, my knees weak.

This is happening…

Before I can steady myself Cage surges toward me.

With breathtaking strength, he hauls me up to him, lifting me high and bringing my back to the wall as my knees balance on his shoulders. I hold my breath and clutch his hair while he grips my hips, his mouth near my bare pussy.

A kiss hello… Oh god.

My heart flounders, not knowing what to expect next, only knowing that my thighs are parted and his harsh breathing is stirring the hem of my negligee. I can feel the heat of his mouth so close to me, and I wince in anticipation. I’m so swollen down there, beating and yearning.

As he nudges under my nightie with his nose, he lets out a rapacious growl then presses his mouth to my sex, laving me with his tongue as I press back against the wall, gasping. But his hands are strong, his arms like iron bands that hold me up as he wickedly tastes me through and through.

Oh god…

I’m unstable, feeling as if I’m about to fall when he deftly gets a hold of me and lazily lets me slide downward, my pussy dragging over his chin, then his chest and belly. My clit is singing with the friction.

As I hit the ground and try to keep upright on my feet, he hungrily smiles down at me, and I see the darkness in his gaze that excites me so much.

“That was just hello,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice.

He starts walking me back toward the bed, dominating my every step. Our gazes stay linked, and it’s as if he’s the one pulling every string, guiding me, commanding me.

“Tell me,” he says. “What’s going to get you off?”

He’s got a good head start, but I don’t even know what to say.

He eases me onto the bed, arranging my arms above my head, looming over me as I lay in this vulnerable position.

“Do you even know what you want?” he asks.

Timidly, I shake my head. Then I whisper, “Show me.”

Show me what I want, what I need…

As he bends one of his knees onto the bed, his towel opens enough to show me his powerful, streamlined thigh. The outline of his cock against the fabric makes my pussy cream, because tonight’s going to be the night.

And I don’t know whether to run or tear that towel off.

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