Page 43 of Brood
He carries me through the archway and uses his elbow to turn on the lights.
Automatically, as I pass by the panel, I reach over to shift the white light to gold.
He pauses, frowning down at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Why do you always change the lights like that?”
“I like gold better.”
His previous mood has tempered, but he still looks gentle. Soft. “Tell me why.”
I swallow, briefly tempted to brush it off. But I feel close to him. Closer than I’ve ever felt to anyone. And he wants the truth from me. Glancing away, I admit, “It makes me look better.”
“Better how?”
“More…blond. Less white.” I’m embarrassed now, and it feels like I’ve ruined our previous mood.
He’s quiet as he carries me over to his bed and lays me down on top of the covers. Then he walks back over to the panel and changes the lights back to clear, true white.
After he sits on the edge of the bed, he reaches over to brush his fingers through my loose, messy hair a few times until he carefully picks up a bunch of it. Holds it. “Your hair is beautiful, Cadence. You’re beautiful. I had no idea you might ever think otherwise.”
I gulp. “I…I try not to be self-conscious. But no one else has hair like this. It’s a mutation.”
He shakes his head at the way I say the last word. “It’s beautiful. And it’s you. I don’t want you to ever try to hide it from me.”
I nod and have to swallow again to clear the emotion from my throat. “Okay. I’ll try.” Then, with a sigh, I add, “Now I’ve messed things up. We were going to have a good time.”
“We’re still going to have a good time. I promise you that.” He’s giving me that hot, tender look that makes my body feel like melting again.
He shucks his underwear and climbs on top of me.
Kissing him on the bed like this is just as good as it was standing. Even better because his weight is pressing down on me. I can still feel the shape of his erection nudging at my center, and his tongue slides deep into my mouth, making the same little thrusts as his hips.
Eventually he pulls his lips away from mine and starts kissing his way down my jaw and my throat. He pushes up my camisole so he can reach my breasts, and he uses his mouth to stimulate them, sucking at one nipple while he fondles the other with his hand.
Now I’m so aroused that I’m moaning and arching up shamelessly. My legs have bent up on either side of his body, and my feet slide restlessly against the covers.
“Will,” I finally gasp, gripping handfuls of his hair. “Will, I’m really…I’m really…”
He lifts his head to smile at me. “You’re what?”
“Don’t tease! You know what I am. I’m about to explode here.”
“Can’t have that, can we?” He’s still smiling as he lowers his head again and trails kisses down toward my belly. He’s mouthing and nuzzling the soft flesh there as he slides off my underwear.
Then he kisses even lower.
“Will, please. I need?—”
“I know what you need,” he mumbles against my skin. He spreads open my thighs and moves his head between my legs.
Right there. At my pussy.
I squeak and arch up. “What are you doing down there?”
“What do you think?”
