Page 21 of You're All I Need

“Want a tour?”

I return my gaze to the beautiful woman in front of me. “Of the bedroom?”

She just grins, a playful look gleaming in her eyes.

Her eyes. They’re as intoxicating as the rest of her. A light-brown color with a darker ring around them. Eye color has never really mattered to me, but there’s something so alluring, so hypnotic, so breathtaking about hers.

“What?” she asks, lifting her chin a bit and straightening her spine.

“Your eyes. They’re beautiful.”

I don’t think she was expecting that. “Thank you.” She clears her throat and slowly approaches. She’s only a few steps away, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the swing of her hips and the sway of her body as she moves. She’s fucking sexy as hell.

She runs her hands up my chest, the tips of her fingers dancing in the material of my shirt. Those long fingers wrap around my neck and entwine as she lightly presses her gloriously lush tits against me. “I have one rule, Caden. We have to be on the same page.”

My heart hammers in my chest. “Tell me.”

“Sex. Just sex. We can be friends, but that’s it.”

My own fingers flex against her waist as I draw her even closer. “You’re the perfect woman.”

She barks out a laugh. “Far from it, but if you’re truly only after some fun, then I’m your girl. Whether it’s one time or more, that’s all it’ll ever be.”

“Deal,” I reply without giving it a second thought.

Her eyes narrow a bit. “You’re sure?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m more than sure. I’ve already said I don’t do relationships. Ever. So, you don’t have to worry about me getting attached or falling in love. It’s not in my DNA.”

Slipping her fingers into my hair, she asks, “What is in your DNA?”

“Orgasms, Adrienne. You want them, I can supply them.”

“Awfully confident, aren’t we?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

Lifting her up, I take one step forward and set her down on her table. My hands go to her hips as I dip my head down and brush my lips across hers. “Very confident. Anything else we need to discuss?”

She swallows hard, grabs hold of my arms, and tugs me closer. She kisses my lips chastely before sliding her tongue across the seam of my mouth. “Condoms. We always use them.”

“Understood.” I don’t confirm that’s my rule too. I learned my lesson the hard way back with Dawn. I know they aren’t one-hundred-percent, but I’ll always wear one. Not only to protect from pregnancy, but from disease too. “Are you done talking?”

She nods. “I’m done.”

“Thank fuck,” I grumble, slamming my mouth against hers in a bruising kiss. Her mouth instantly opens, granting me the access I crave. The kiss is ravenous, carnal. It’s laced with a hunger I’ve never felt before. It’s a bit scary, honestly, how badly I want this woman, but I push those worries aside. This is what I do. I can give her pleasure.

A lotof pleasure.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer. I can feel the heat of her body, the warmth of her pussy beckoning me. I let my hands slide to her back and down to the top of her ass. Since she’s sitting, I can’t really get my hands on it—yet. All in good time.

Ripping my mouth from hers, I boldly ask, “Have you ever been eaten out on your kitchen table?”

Her eyes turn a molten shade of brown. “Can’t say I have.”

“Well,” I start, standing up and making a big show of cracking my knuckles. “Buckle up, buttercup. You’re in for a real treat.”

She hops off the table and starts to undress. First, she unties her athletic shoes and slips them off her feet. She’s wearing ankle socks and tosses them onto the floor too. With her gaze locked on mine, she grabs the hem of her work shirt and lifts it over her head. A navy-blue lace bra barely contains her magnificent tits, and my mouth waters for a taste, but I hold my position and take in the sight of her unsnapping her jeans and shimmying the denim down her legs.

When she steps out of her jeans and stands before me, I run my hand down my face and drink her in. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Adrienne slowly spins around, revealing her lush ass in a thong and ensuring my erection is painfully hard. “Christ, your ass is a work of art.”

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