Page 19 of No Regrets

“Whatever,” she mumbled, staring through her window.

“Brianna,” Kaden reached across the consol, sliding his hand along her thigh. She jumped, then pushed him away.

“Please, Kaden. I don’t need a series of praises to raise my self image.”

“Bree, you’re beautiful.” Instead of sliding his hand back to her thigh, he slid his hand to cover hers and squeezed. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“Kaden, drop it. You don’t see what I see. You only see what I let you see.”

“So? Show me everything.”

“No way!”

“Brianna.” He took the exit ramp that led them home and stopped at a red light.

“Look, drop it okay. I’m tired, and I want to go home, take a bath, and get some sleep. We have tomorrow to ourselves, and then my mother wants us to go to her family the day after Christmas.”

“Fine.” He took the route of shortest distance to their house and parked next to her car in the garage.

Without a single word, Kaden grabbed Shiloh from the backseat and headed for the door. Brianna started unloading the toys, trying to keep her mind from repeating and wondering about Kaden’s words. Beautiful was the women he used to date. She didn’t resemble them in slightest, so how did he draw up that conclusion other than being like her mother and only saying that because she was her daughter. Men didn’t openly say women were ugly if they wanted to keep their balls.

Kaden slipped behind her and slid his hands along her waist. She jumped with a startled gasp, moving to the side. She dropped the toys and grabbed her chest.

“You scared me.”

“Why are you so jumpy?”

“Because you scared me.” She grabbed for the toys again, but Kaden stopped her turning her to face him.

“Leave them. I’ll get them in the morning.” He leaned forward and fully prepared herself for his kiss, though when it came it wasn’t where she thought it’d be.

He pressed a hot kiss to the pulse beating at her throat, his tongue doing a small sweep, tasting her skin before sucking lightly. She tilted her head, giving him better access to press more kisses, which he did. After the day she had, the last thing on her mind was sex, yet with Kaden so close, it quickly became the first.

His hands slid to her hips, his mouth finding its way back to hers. “Do you still want to talk about the whole sex issue?”

“What about it?” She pulled his mouth back to her sealing off any answer he threatened to give. Thank goodness, he didn’t try too hard.

He pulled her to him, pressing his hands into the plump flesh of her behind. His erection was hard against her stomach, his mouth doing wonderful things to hers. She wound her arms around his neck, and he took that as a cue she wanted and needed more. He lifted her in his arms and started walking toward the door.

“Kaden, this is just a one time thing,” she said breathlessly. “And I’m not on the pill.”

He grinned, sexy and seductive. “You’re nervous.”

He had her there. The last time they did this, she could blame the alcohol, though she remembered just about everything. Now, she had nothing to excuse her behavior, especially if it turned out wrong again.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” His mouth sealed against hers as he kicked open her bedroom.

His mother conveniently picked out a king-sized bed for them to share, though the one night they had spent together in the house Kaden had slept in the spare bedroom while she took over the huge bed. Separate beds wasn’t something they agreed to, but sharing wasn’t either.

He laid her on the soft mattress made of expensive foam, pressing her against the bed with his body. No sense in wasting time, she thought trying to accommodate him. But all he did was kiss her, thoroughly and passionately, as if he would die by taking his mouth away from hers. He’d drank whiskey tonight so maybe he would be the one that was drunk this time.

Finally, when he tore his mouth away from hers, he sat back looking down at her. “How do you take this thing off you?”

With the look in his eyes, she knew he was seriously thinking about ripping it, so she quickly grabbed for the knot at her waist and began to undo it. She couldn’t feel self-conscious about any of this. She couldn’t. Kaden wanted sex, and she was his wife. Some ignorant part of her said she should be the one to give him what he wanted.

“I haven’t lost all my baby weight,” she blurted her fingers trying to pull at the knotted fabric.

“You had my baby so I don’t give a damn.” He pushed her hands aside and tried tackling the knot himself. “And even if she wasn’t my baby, I still don’t give a damn.”

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