Page 60 of Enchanted Kisses
Caiden inched forward until he slid between my thighs, his bright eyes never leaving mine. He grabbed my hips and slid me closer to him.
“Ask me.” The words came out in a heated whisper that turned my insides to mush.
If I asked him, it meant giving over all self-control. I’d drown in his scent, warmth, and touch, and I’d be lost forever. Was I ready for that? For the hurt and consequences that could follow?
Caiden’s lips parted. He swooped down and brushed his nose with mine. His cotton-candy breath swirled the air.
I could almost taste the sugary mix on my tongue.
“Ask me.” His finger slipped under my robe, moving outward, until the sleeve fell from my shoulder. He moved his lips there and hovered, heating my skin with his breath.
I turned my head into his soft hair, deciding then and there, that no matter what, I wanted him—even if it seemed a bit reckless. It was impossible to resist him when everything inside me begged to be with him.
“Kiss me,” I whispered into his hair.
In a rush, he lifted his head. His eyes were wide.
How could my asking be a surprise to him? I’d been panting for several minutes now. It was inevitable that I’d give in.
I sat up, lifted my hand to his toned chest, and watched my fingers slide up to his neck before meeting his eyes.
He cupped my cheek, lifted my face, and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. The slightest grin tilted one corner of his mouth, and then he came down and pressed his lips to mine.
Warmth radiated between us and every inch of my skin writhed with the sensation of tiny kisses. The feeling was so overwhelming, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.
The next thing I knew, I was in his arms, my feet hooked behind his back. He deepened the kiss, and I let him, enjoying the feel of his tongue against mine. For once, instead of fighting my urges, I gave in to them. My breath sped and my heart boomed. I wanted to be closer,neededto be closer.
As if knowing my thoughts, Caiden laid me on the bed. I settled on the soft mattress and watched in awe as he lowered himself onto me. His lips found mine, and I drifted away, lost in a sea of Caiden.
His oaky, campfire scent invaded my senses, as did his candy taste. Every part of us harmonized, as if we were making our own song. Our breathing synced. Our hearts drummed together, and our bodies moved as one. I felt dizzy and weak, but I also felt more alive than ever.
His fingers brushed my cheek and continued down to my chest. A wake of tiny kisses followed their path.
Without thought, I arched my back. When I realized I had, I froze, self-consciousness stealing me from the moment.
Caiden gazed down with glowing eyes, his lips red and swollen, his skin radiating golden light. He looked enthralled and smiled so warmly, my anxiety had no place to go but away.
His fingers slipped to my robe. Somehow, my sleeve had made it back up to my shoulder and the robe had closed.
He pinched the fabric. “May I?”
Apart from wishing the room were darker, I didn’t object.
He bent to my lips and kissed me until my head spun, all while his hands explored beneath my robe.
I didn’t even resist when he removed my bra in a move so fast, I wondered if he’d used magic. I wanted to feel his skin on mine and experience the warmth of his body.
My hands snaked under his cotton tee, exploring his lean, sculpted torso, and then I lifted his shirt. He pulled it off the rest of the way, and I couldn’t keep from gawking. He was too beautiful for me—for anyone. But what frightened me more than his perfection and my inadequacies were my desires. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted Caiden.
He tossed his shirt to the side, and I pulled him down, feeling naked without his weight and closeness. Another tender kiss and my robe was on the floor. I ran my fingertips from the curve of his lower back, up to his neck, fascinated by the smooth texture of his skin and rippling muscles. Continuing upward, I tangled my fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss.
Skin-to-skin, the heat of his body wrapped me like a blanket. Warm and safe, I forgot about the world and all that was in it. All that existed was the two of us, sharing, caressing, and learning each other in new ways.
16
I Want Your Vow First
Minutes later—hours later?—I had no idea how long our make-out session had lasted, only that my lips were sore, I’d been willingly stripped to nothing but my panties, and, to my dismay, I was still a virgin. Figures, the one time I wanted to have sex—more than I ever thought possible—I was turned down.
