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“I don’t want to stop,” I whispered.
He didn’t move.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you’re not ready to do,” he told me.
I hadn’t expected him to say that. I’d actually expected him to take me in his arms and kiss me. Did he not want me? A little surprised and hurt, I sat quietly, unsure of what to say or do, so I said what I was thinking.
“Don’t you want me?” I said, trying not to sound as hurt as I felt.
He sat up quickly and faced me.
“Of course I want you, Scar,” he said. “From the moment I saw you, before I even found out you were my mate, I wanted you.”
Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach at his words. He wanted me.
“I just don’t want you to feel pressured to do this,” he explained as he reached for my hand in the darkness and I felt his fingers thread with mine.
“I don’t,” I assured him as I leaned closer and touched my lips to his.
He remained still as his lips moved against mine tentatively. It was like he was holding back.
“I want you,” I whispered as I pulled my lips from his.
“Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely. I could feel his control was hanging on by a thread.
“Yes.”
He reached for me and pulled me over him. His strong arms positioned me above him and I straddled him as his lips crushed against mine. He kissed me urgently like he was letting his need and want for me take control.
I let him take the lead as I felt my body come alive against his. I wanted this, but I couldn’t help the nervousness that was building up inside of me. Our bodies fit perfectly together and I felt his need for me. I was scared I’d be bad at this and I was scared it would hurt.
I snaked my arms around his neck and threaded my hands through his hair as he kissed me like I was a life source keeping him alive. Moments later he stopped kissing me and I was breathing hard in anticipation of what was to come.
“I can’t tell you how many times I thought and dreamed about this moment,” he whispered to me as he lifted me up off his lap and lay me down on the bed.
Instead of lying down with me, he shifted off the bed. I lifted up with my elbows.
“What are you doing?” I asked hoarsely as light flooded into the room.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment and I’m not going to miss a thing,” he stated as he walked back over to the bed. “I want to see all of you.”
Feeling a bundle of nerves knot in my stomach, I licked my lips and his eyes narrowed at the gesture as he knelt on the bed with one knee. I lay down flat and he moved onto the bed. His body covered mine carefully and he kept the majority of his body weight off me by holding himself up on his elbows on either side of me.
He kissed me tenderly before I felt him settle his body between my legs. He ran a hand from my thigh to my knee softly as he guided it around his waist.
“God, you feel so good,” he whispered against my lips as he ground his body against mine.
As good as it felt and as much as I wanted to give in to the new feelings of wanting him in a physical way, I was scared. I debated whether to come clean or just hold my tongue and pretend. It only took me a moment to decide it was best to come clean.
Feeling him against me, I felt a wave of panic at the thought of what was going to happen and I stiffened.
Cade stopped.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he lifted his lips from mine and searched my face.
“I lied,” I blurted before I could chicken out, letting my hands fall from him.
His forehead creased in confusion as he pulled away from me and sat up beside me. The worrying thing was that he’d put space between us and I felt the loss of his warmth.
