Page 6 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
Oh well, she licked her lips, which had suddenly dried up. Can’t turn back time now, I guess. “I came out here because...” Words abandoned her, but she fought for a scrap of them that remained in her mind. “...because I couldn’t resist.”
Cayden stared at her, clearly confused. She could see the gears working, and threw caution to the wind before he could say anything. Stepping up onto her tiptoes she gripped his head, pulled it against hers, and kissed him like she had dreamed about doing in the weeks he had been away.
> At first, he flinched and started to pull away, but in her fierce energy she pulled him closer. His smell was on her now, the smell of trees and water and desire and longing. All at once he dropped his big hedge clippers and gripped her hips, smashing them against his own. Their mouths became one form, tongues teasing each other’s lips and teeth, and fingers running along every inch of skin.
Suddenly he stopped, and she stopped with him. They stared at each other like children caught doing something they knew they shouldn’t be doing.
Cayden grabbed her arm gently and firmly at the same time. The feeling of his strong fingers wrapped around her arm sent flames of adrenaline through her bones. He pulled her towards the house; she followed without hesitation, so excited she almost tripped up his porch steps.
They were barely inside before he flattened her against the wall and shut the door with his foot.
“Do you think the neighbors saw?” she whispered. Earlier, out of sorrow, she’d been extra sensitive to every sound coming from Cayden’s yard, and then every drop of sweat that lingered on his skin. Now it wasn’t sadness but energy, this strange sense of doing something forbidden and rebelling against herself, that made her aware of every breath he drew in and let out. Every one of his eyelashes. Her own breath tickling the back of her teeth when she asked him the question.
“I don’t care,” he whispered back. “I really don’t care. Let them see.” He didn’t let her comment; he closed the gap between them and made them one shape again.
Time blurred. She knew they were gradually inching toward his room, but she didn’t notice the details. All she could think about was how good it felt to be pressing her hands against his back, her small body against his strong one. She never wanted it to end, and it seemed like it never would. It was total bliss.
He spun them around and eased down onto the bed, pulling her onto his lap. She fumbled for the edge of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, flinging it onto the floor. As she tilted her head to nibble his earlobe, she felt goose bumps prickle the skin on his arms and his face pulling itself into a smile.
Neither of them ruined the intimacy of the moment by talking. They were operating on the same wavelength now; everything seemed to come naturally. She pressed her shoulders against his. The stickiness of his skin after all the outside work he had done made this seem all the more real, and in an oddly-timed moment of clarity she realized this was definitely not a dream.
Letting out a groan when her lips touched his ear, he ran his fingernails up her back. It didn’t hurt, nor was it a fragile touch, but it brought forth a sound from her throat as well. The tension was unbearable; she pushed her weight forward, so he was lying on his back on the bed and her body was pressed on top of him.
He felt so much bigger than her; maybe they’d just been apart for too long and she’d forgotten what his body was like. He’d definitely gotten more built, that was for sure. How it was possible she didn’t know, and she didn’t care. What she knew was she loved it and never wanted to be away from it again. She could hide behind him and no part of her would be visible. Being enveloped by this sturdy, powerful man was making her mind spin, bringing visions of them together before her eyes. Amid it all, she wondered how on earth she could have ever forgotten what it felt like to be tangled up in his body.
The room smelled like him, the bed smelled like him, she smelled like him; he’d absorbed her scent, too. It just felt right, the two of them sharing their bodies and smells and beds. It was a mistake! Something in her yelled at the top of its lungs. I never should have tried to end it with you!
Just when her mind began to get distracted by their breakup he grabbed her waist tight and rolled them over, so he was on top.
“Those blue eyes,” she breathed, looking at them, lusting at their beauty. “I want those blue eyes.”
“Stop being romantic, Lil,” he grinned cheekily.
“I can’t help it.” She almost couldn’t believe she was saying things like this out loud. Right now, she felt oddly distant from her logic and practicality, and had to remind herself that this was all happening completely sober.
“Are you okay?”
She had to read his lips, his voice was so quiet. “I’m okay. Are you?”
He nodded. There was an innocence in the way he nodded. It looked genuine with sadness, joy, and eagerness all at the same time. One thing about Cayden, she realized, he wears his emotions on his face. Even in his fun-loving moments, I can tell what he’s thinking. Usually he was highly optimistic and had a positive vibe around him, able to make anyone feel comfortable. All of that was present in his face and body language right now, but so was the pain caused by their breakup. She knew him too well to ignore it.
Let this be it, then. Softly, she kissed his jaw line and let all her thoughts and strict conscience disappear.
He pulled back suddenly, looking deep into her eyes. “Do you want this?”
She ran her teeth over her lower lip and nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“You need to stop talking.” She pushed him off her and stripped out of her pants and undies, motioning for him to do the same.
He did as instructed, and she pushed him back on the bed, this time on top of him. Kissing him roughly, she lowered herself onto the entire hard length of him.
He gasped as her heat enveloped him. She didn’t give him time to enjoy the moment; she needed more. She moved up and down in an almost desperate rhythm. Cayden’s strong hands slid around her hips and guided her to a rhythm that made her groan and his breath quicken.
She let him lead her, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air, wanting more of him and unsure she’d ever get enough. He began to counter-thrust each of her movements, the pace growing manic again. She rode him harder, faster. Staring down at his eyes, she watched the pleasure cross his face. He reached down and, using the pad of his thumb, gently added pressure by where they were joined. The pleasure intensified, forcing her to close her eyes and let him take control.
Conrad rolled them over with him on top, setting a new rhythm. It was too much beautiful torture. Lily’s body tensed; she cried out his name, over and over.
