Page 45 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“Dammit, Cayden. Please fuck me. Please.” Her voice grew loader. “Now!”
And that was it. Cayden finally listened. He spread her legs wide, and leaned down over her with his fingers under her knees to hold them there as he pressed inside.
Her arms wrapped around him, dragging him close, and they both groaned.
She gasped. “Fuck. Yes.”
He moved inside her with long, slow thrusts, and she met them with the roll of her own hips, taking him as deep she could. Like this, she could look up into his eyes, read the pleasure moving across his face, and knew he wasn’t going to last. She moved faster, harder.
Time narrowed down to just the two of them, her body arching tight against his own. Her cry was muffled against his mouth as she fell over the edge into orgasm once more. This time Cayden followed, pleasure exploding through him, leaving him panting on her shoulder.
“One week feels like forever,” she whispered.
“It won’t always be like this,” he murmured. “Well, the sex, hell yes. But the distance and time away, hell no.”
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, forgetting about the cold outside.
“You know,” she muttered, her eyes glued to Cayden’s chiseled face, “this warm light on half your face makes you look like a sculpture of a Greek god.”
She could see instantly that he was pleased. “I wonder if the rest of me would look like a sculpture in this light, too.”
“It looks like a sculpture in any light, babe,” she purred, burying her face in his chest and biting his skin a little. “I’m going to leave a mark on your chest. Label you mine.”
“Really?” When she grinned at him daringly, he hesitated. “I don’t know. Sometimes I work out shirtless.”
“I have to mark my territory, right?” She kissed his chest, nibbling his skin and tickling it with her tongue, until she felt it was adequate. When she pulled away, they both looked. “Oh, shit!” she said, holding her finger next to the red mark. “That’s bigger than I thought.”
He burst out laughing. “Too late to fix it now.”
“I like it, though.”
“Just to show that I’m very clearly taken?”
“Obviously. The sexy Los Angeles women need to back off.”
He turned on his side to face her. “I’m not looking at any women besides you, Lil.”
“Not even Katharina?”
“Katharina’s my client. And she’s definitely not my type.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. “Are you jealous?”
“No way,” she said out of reflex, but Cayden stared at her. “Okay, maybe a little.”
“Well, don’t be. You’ve marked me, remember? I’m your property now.”
She inhaled deeply. The way his sheets and pillows smelled made her feel so cozy.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice low as sleep began to drift over her. “You’re mine.”
SHE WAS SO WARM. HER skin felt as good as it ever did in the summer when she was at the beach. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know it was the sunshine that brought so much warmth to her skin; it was a feeling very distinct from anything else. She felt herself smile. The beach, she thought, seeing the ocean and sand in her eyes. I should go to the beach when I wake up. We should all go. I’ll tell Cayden.
Slowly, she rolled over and let her arm flop down on the other side of the bed. It hit the mattress.
“Hey,” she yawned, moving her hand around to feel for his body. “Hey, we should go to the beach.”
She couldn’t find him. Thinking he had inched to the very side of the bed—she was pretty sprawled out, as was her bad habit—she opened her eyes to figure out where he was.
He wasn’t there.
