Page 45 of Faking the Shot
“You drive me fucking crazy, Valentina,” he growls, his lips dragging across my chest, up to the sensitive hollow of my throat.
Before I can respond, he steps back just enough to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts. His dark gaze never leaves mine as he pushes them down, letting them fall to the floor.
I should look away. I should tell him to stop. But I can’t.
My eyes betray me, raking over him, taking in every detail. He’s hard, thick, and completely unapologetic, standing there like he owns every inch of my attention—and damn it, he does.
“Now we’re both bare,” he murmurs.
“Kaden . . .” My voice is a whisper, a plea, and a warning all at once.
“You’re mine, Valentina,” he says, his tone low and rough, full of something dark and possessive. “You just don’t know it yet.”
His mouth crashes into mine, and I lose the last shred of resistance I was holding onto.
Chapter Twenty
Kaden
Use Your Mouth, Forget the Consequences
Her body molds to mine as our mouths collide again, hot and desperate. My hands roam her curves, pulling her closer, until the need for air forces us to break apart.
I’m breathing hard as I take her in—her lips swollen from our kiss, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with every uneven breath.
“Come here,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter. Her skin is warm beneath my hands as I position her, her thighs instinctively parting.
My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wide as I pull back just enough to take her in. She’s laid out in my kitchen, completely bare, and all I can think about is how perfect she looks—flushed, glistening, and ready.
“Fuck,” I growl, my voice rough with desire. “You look so fucking beautiful, baby.”
She squirms under my gaze, her breathing unsteady, but she doesn’t look away. The vulnerability in her eyes only makes her more breathtaking.
“That pussy,” I murmur, dragging my thumb lightly along her inner thigh, stopping just shy of where she’s soaked, “is begging for my mouth, isn’t it?”
She gasps, her eyes wide, her lips parting like she wants to respond but doesn’t know how.
“Say it,” I demand, my tone dropping as my fingers inch closer. “Be a good girl and say your cunt wants my mouth. My tongue.”
Her breathing hitches, her chest rising as she tries to hold herself together, but she can’t. Not under my gaze, not when I’m this close to her.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling but filled with a need that makes my cock twitch.
“Say it louder, baby,” I urge, leaning in, my lips brushing just below her belly button. “Tell me how much you want it. Tell me you want my tongue on your pretty cunt, tasting you, fucking you until you’re screaming my name.”
Her head falls back, a low moan slipping out before she manages to say it, her voice breathy and shaking. “I want your mouth, Kaden. I want your tongue on my cunt. Please.”
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I lower myself, pressing kisses down her stomach, her thighs trembling under my hands.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin, the words vibrating against her as I get closer to where she’s dripping, open, and ready for me.
And fuck, I’m going to make her beg for more.
I sink to my knees in front of her, my hands gliding down her thighs, kneading her soft skin as I spread her wider. She’s trembling, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, and fuck if it doesn’t make me harder than I’ve ever been.
I lean in, pressing soft, deliberate kisses to the inside of her thigh, dragging my lips slowly upward, savoring every inch of her. Her scent hits me—sweet, intoxicating—and it takes everything I have not to dive in right then and there.
“You’re already shaking for me, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing her skin. My hands tighten on her thighs, fingers pressing into her as I pull her closer to the edge of the counter. “So fucking wet, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
