Page 39 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
Almost as if he heard her, Cayden shifted slightly and opened his eyes. He didn’t look around the room or at anything else. His gaze locked on her eyes, and before he said anything she watched his eyes flicker around her face, drinking in all the details. The tiny hairs wisped around her head, the earrings she hadn’t yet taken off, the freckle next to her lip that had always made her insecure as a child, but not anymore.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
Her first reaction was to smile, self-conscious because she was sure she looked far from beautiful right now, according to her own standards. But the way he looked at her so genuinely kept her from making a contradictory reply.
Then she felt her heart break a little.
Don’t think about it, she told herself.
“I don’t remember everything,” she lied.
With a grunt, Cayden propped himself up on his elbow. “You took your emergency pill. You had a fever or something. I cooled us down in the bath.”
Lillian touched her shoulder, feeling only her skin and her bra strap. “I feel better now.”
“Need some water?” Without waiting for a reply, he reached behind him to the table and handed her the water glass. She swallowed a few times and set it on the table on her side of the bed.
“Why did you stay?”
“I needed to know you would be okay.”
“Why did you come?”
“How could I not?”
They looked at each other. He looked so perfect; she loved seeing him in the dim light. A soft shadow flitted across his face, but the warm light of the one lit lamp touched his bright blue eyes. The sparkle in them reminded her of the dream ocean.
I miss you, she shouted inside her head, wishing she had the guts to say it out loud. Her voice balled up in her throat and felt like it was about to choke her. Cayden’s face changed as he saw her struggling with something inside. At first she thought he was going to say something, but he stayed silent.
Very, very slowly, he leaned over, put his hand on her head, and kissed her.
It sent electricity down her veins, and all of a sudden she felt like she had left her body again and was back in a dream. This can’t be real, she tried to convince herself, but Cayden kissed her again and she melted. His teeth lightly grabbed her bottom lip.
Lillian’s back arched to meet his body, eager to soak in his scent and warmth. How long had she been waiting for this? Weeks, since he had left and come to Los Angeles, and even though it hadn’t been too long since he came home to see her, it felt like an eternity. Every day she had tried to brainwash herself into thinking she was better off without him. Or, rather, he was better off with her. Yet here they were again—and it seemed that Cayden couldn’t keep his hands off her body.
She was intensely aware of his hand resting on her waist and the feeling of his skin under her palm. Their bodies just fit. She couldn’t deny it, especially as he
effortlessly pulled her on top of him.
“Do you feel okay?” he asked, the tip of his nose touching hers as he spoke.
Breath stolen, she nodded.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, touching her hair and watching it catch between his fingers. She saw the look in his eyes, so captivated by such a simple thing. His attention shifted, and he rolled them both over in one fluid movement. She was in a shadow now, his sturdy body blocking the light. He was so much bigger than her; she always forgot until he was looming over her like this.
There was no need for words. The two pairs of lips became one, the two tongues joining passionately. The hot sweat the bath had washed away earlier returned as they tangled their arms and legs in a quiet fervor. Lillian couldn’t get close enough to him, no matter how Cayden wrapped himself around her. Nothing would do until she felt his hips against hers, and the desire consumed her so ferociously nothing could stop her now.
With a trembling hand, she reached down and felt Cayden hard and ready.
I want you, she thought, and she knew he heard it somehow. She pushed him inside her, and the electricity surged across her skin and permeated her bones. Gently his hips moved back and forth, and her mind went away to the blissful place. There was the water, flowing with every movement he made. His musky scent covered her; the smell of her body spray covered him.
Never before had their bodies united so slowly and tenderly. There was no rush now; neither of them was capable of thinking about the end or about the next morning or the next week.
Right now they belonged to each other, wholly and in every way.
Chapter 08
“That looks amazing, dear. I’d never have thought to put it there!” Katharina gushed at Lillian’s placing of a small bookshelf under one of the windows that was higher up on the wall.
