Page 6 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“Not this morning,” she winked. “Wait till later.”
As she pulled her arms through the sleeves, Cayden took her hands and placed them firmly on his chest. Before she could say anything, he kissed her and walked her backwards, so he could pin her on the bed. Chills ran over her body; her tongue was ready to meet with his again, but instead he went to her neck.
She gasped. “Don’t leave a mark!”
“Why?” he asked, voice muffled between kisses.
“I’m scared of people seeing!”
“Let them see,” he said, and she felt his teeth graze the tender skin as he pulled a bit into his mouth. He didn’t stay there long; moving her shirt out of the way, he kissed her chest and down the middle of her stomach.
Lillian fought for air. Breathing became a more and more laborious task the lower he went, and when he reached the fragile parts she couldn’t control herself. The tension rose in her body and she felt herself stiffen, clawing handfuls of his hair. He felt her body respond and, just like last night, he liked it.
Reaching a hand up, he held her waist with gentle hands and stroked her skin with his thumb. It was too much to bear; the tension exploded and her back arched from the overload of pleasure.
Satisfied, Cayden kissed her chest once and left her on the bed to recover as he continued getting ready. Lillian almost fell asleep again, and she would have stayed asleep if he hadn’t woken her up.
“We’re going to miss it,” he said softly, tapping her on the leg. “You okay?”
“More than okay,” she grunted, feeling high as a kite. “Help me up.” Cayden, laughing a little, pulled her to her feet and waited by the door while she pulled on her pants and jacket. “Do I look okay?”
“It’s just breakfast,” he pointed out.
“I know. But do I look okay?”
“Honestly, you look like you’ve just had a very sexually-fulfilling night.”
She wrinkled her nose, taking that as a yes, and followed him out the door. Right when it closed, she felt her back pocket.
“Wait a second,” she said, “I forgot my phone.”
He unlocked the door again and she ran inside, shoving the phone into her pocket. “I might miss a call,” she explained as they walked hand in hand down to the breakfast area.
“You haven’t gotten one today, have you?”
She looked at the screen. “Nope. Not even a text. I’m so popular.”
“Consider yourself lucky.” He held up his phone and scrolled through all the notifications on his lock screen. “I haven’t dared to unlock my phone this morning.”
“That’s a lot to handle,” Lillian frow
ned. “Are you always that busy?”
“Most of these are from the part-time clients I took to pass the time. Some of them are Janine’s friends, and a couple are Katharina’s friends. I’m trying to...” he trailed off.
Lillian waited for him to finish, but he didn’t. “Trying to what?”
He looked back at her. “I’m trying to handle them all as best I can. I just want to leave and come back home, you know? I don’t want things to be so complicated or have a jam-packed schedule all the time.”
“Isn’t it nice to have so many people wanting to work with you?”
He sighed. “In theory, yes. But I would rather be at home with you, working my simple job at Peter’s Gym and throwing kick-ass parties on the weekends.” Winking at her, he added, “Keeping the music down, of course, so as not to disturb the neighbors.”
The smell of breakfast caught their attention at the same time as they walked into the restaurant area. There was only one person in there, an older man who had scraps of sausage on his plate. He was reading a newspaper and sipping his black coffee, oblivious to Cayden and Lillian.
“Well, this is exciting,” she commented under her breath.
Chuckling, Cayden handed her a plate and they rounded up the last bits of whatever was available. Lillian sat down with her plate and orange juice, and suddenly realized she’d forgotten the most important thing.
