Page 86 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
I can taste the faint salt of his earlier tears, mixed with something uniquely him. My hands move of their own accord, sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. A soft sound escapes as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing mine.
This is crazy.We shouldn't be doing this.
But I can't bring myself to pull away. The heat between us is intoxicating, drowning out all rational thought.
Kade holds my face, his rough thumb caressing my cheek with unexpected softness. The feeling of his skin touching mine makes my whole body tingle. I move in closer, desperately wanting to get rid of any distance separating us.
The kiss seems to go on forever, yet ends far too soon. My head spins as we pull away from each other, our chestsheaving. Lust courses through me, battling with shock in my mind.
I gasp softly as Kade's hands begin to explore, his calloused fingers tracing a path of fire along my skin. I arch into him instinctively, craving more contact.
"Is this okay?" Kade murmurs, his voice husky.
"Yes," I breathe. "Don't stop."
My own hands roam over his muscular chest, marveling at the hardness beneath his shirt. I can feel his heart racing, matching the frantic beat of my own. Slowly, I slide my fingers under the hem, savoring the warmth of his skin.
Kade groans softly, the sound vibrating through me. His lips find my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my throat. I tilt my head, giving him better access as pleasure courses through my body.
"Fuck, Alina," he growls against my skin. "You're driving me fucking crazy."
The raw need in his voice makes me whimper. I tug at his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel more of him. Kade obliges, breaking contact just long enough to pull it over his head.
The sight of his chiseled torso makes my mouth go dry. Scars map across his tanned skin—some jagged, some surgical—each telling a story of survival.
"Your turn," he says with a wicked grin, his cock visibly straining against his pants.
My hands shake slightly as I unbutton my blouse. Kade's eyes darken as more skin is revealed, his gaze hot enough to burn. When the fabric finally falls away, he pulls me close again, the feel of skin-on-skin contact making us both gasp.
"Christ, you're so beautiful," Kade murmurs, his hands skimming along my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.
I blush at the compliment, feeling exposed in more ways than one. But as Kade's fingers trace the edge of my bra, all self-consciousness fades away.
There's only sensation, the scrape of his stubble against my collarbone, the heat of his breath on my skin, the tantalizing brush of his thumbs just beneath the fabric.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for.
Kade understands. With a deft movement, he unclasps my bra, letting it fall away. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak.
"God, Kade," I moan, arching into his touch. "That feels so fucking good."
He captures my lips in another searing kiss, swallowing my gasps as his fingers continue their sweet torture. I can feel how hard he is against my stomach, the thick length of his cock pressing insistently against me. The knowledge that I affect him just as strongly only heightens my arousal.
My own hands grow bolder, tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen before dipping lower. Kade's breath hitches as I brush against the bulge in his pants.
"Alina," he groans, his voice strained. "Are you sure about this?"
I meet his gaze, seeing the mixture of desire and concern in those eyes. In this moment, I've never been more certain of anything.
"I want you, Kade. All of you."
Kade's eyes blaze with intensity. My heart pounds as his hands move to my waist, fingers teasing the waistband of my pants.
"May I?" he asks, voice husky.
I nod, unable to speak. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down. His gaze never leaves mine as he hooks his thumbs in the fabric and eases them over my hips. He kneels down so I can step out.
My breath catches as Kade's hands glide up my now-bare legs. His touch leaves trails of fire on my skin. When he reaches the edge of my panties, he pauses.
