I start yanking up my dress, desperate to see him, and he slides out from under the fabric with glistening lips.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The action is so primal and dirty that desire reignites in me. All I can think about is having him inside me.
I slide down the wall and straddle him. I plunge my fingers into his hair and crush my lips to his.
I like that I can taste myself on his tongue; it drives me crazy with desire.
Kaden’s arm bands around me, holding me tight to him.
His body is as firm as sculptured stone, and I’m definitely feeling a lot of stone under his dress pants.
A massive stone actually.
I grind down on his cock, and he makes a tortured sound against my mouth.
“You want me?” I murmur.
“You know I do,” he growls, wrapping my hair around his hand and tugging my head back.
“So, take me,” I say, meeting his eyes.
He dips his head and kisses a path down my neck to my cleavage. “I intend to, but I’m not rushing this.”
But I want him to rush it. I want him to fuck me hard and fast. I want to pull his dick out of his pants and slide down on it and ride him hard.
But Kaden has his own ideas on how this is going to go, and it seems he’s in charge.
He stands, taking me with him, so I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me over to the foot of the bed and puts me on my feet.
“Turn around,” he tells me.
It sounds like an order, one I happily obey—because it gets me one step closer to having him inside me.
I’ve been lusting after this man for way too long, so I’m far too eager for him to fuck me, and I don’t even care if he knows.
He sweeps my long hair over one shoulder and unhooks the fastener at the top of the dress. Then, he slowly and tortuously slides down the zipper.
The sound in the silence of the room is sexy as fuck.
When the zipper reaches the bottom, his strong fingers slip under the shoulder straps, and he slips them down my arms.Taking over, I push the dress down my hips and let it hit the floor. Leaving me in just my strapless bra. I unclip the fastener and drop it to the floor.
Then, I glance back at him over my shoulder.
His eyes are dark and fixed on me.
He’s not touching me, but he looks like hereallywants to.
“Turn around. I want to see you.” His voice is as rough as gravel, and the sound skates over my skin, causing me to break out in goose bumps.
I suddenly feel nervous as I slowly turn to face him. I’m fairly confident in myself, but I do have some hang-ups about my body, like most women do. I was blessed with pretty good genes, but sure, I wish my belly were a little flatter, my boobs a little bigger, but all of that worry I feel about myself turns to dust from the way Kaden is looking at me.
He’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
It’s the most empowering feeling I have ever had.
His voice sounds raw, gravelly when he says, “Everything I imagined, every inch of your body as I saw it in my head, was perfect. But nothing—and I mean, nothing—was as close to the perfection that you actually are.” He sounds like the words are being ripped from him. His dark eyes meet mine. “You are breathtaking, Missy. I don’t fucking deserve you. No man possibly could.”
Heart pounding, body trembling, I take a step closer to him. “I wantyou, Kaden.”