Page 97 of Unapologetic Obsession
“A few hours.”
“It’s a good thing we’re going to a party then. It’s the perfect distraction.”
His lips curl into a hungry grin. “I can think of a better distraction.”
“Such as?”
“Your hands.” He took a step forward. “Your mouth.” Another step.
My eyes dropped to his tented pants. “What about them?”
“They’re great substitutes while I wait for the real thing.”
Every night, he used his fingers, mouth, and his “tongue massages” to make me see God. The idea that I could do the same with mine made my chest flutter. My gaze was glued to his pants, and his body’s involuntary response beneath the fabric.
“I-I don’t know how to…” I admitted awkwardly. I wanted to please him, but I knew my inexperience stood in the way. “You’ll have to show me.”
Something unholy ignited behind his eyes, and when he charged toward me with purpose, the sheer energy of it sent me backward, with my ass landing on the vanity chair.
Not knowing what else to do, I reached into the fruit bowl for a slice of watermelon. My teeth sank into the light, crisp flesh of the fruit as I watched his purposeful strides, mesmerized.The sweet, refreshing juice coated my tongue at the same time Caden reached me. He leaned down and grabbed the nape of my neck, pulling me into a fierce kiss. The syrupy sweetness on my tongue tangled with his heated one. He tasted traces of the watermelon juice with a lewd, mouthed kiss, greedily slurping it down his own throat. It was the most erotic way I had ever shared a piece of fruit, and I felt discombobulated by the time he let me go.
“Undo my pants.” He straightened, getting right to the point.
My eyes widened, and he sensed my nervousness. He reached out to thread his fingers through my hair. The slight tenderness in his raw gaze made my chest tighten.
“I need you, Rose,” he said, voice thick with desire.
My fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, then the buttons of his pants. I tugged down his boxers, revealing his erection straining toward his stomach. I swallowed when beads of liquid gathered at the tip. The instinctive urge to touch and taste it clawed at me.
“Touch me, baby,” he murmured.
Reaching down, he covered my hand with his, guiding me to take his big, hard dick in my hands. A low groan reverberated in his throat when he curled my fingers around the base. With his head tilted backward, he moved my hand up and down his length. The way he kept his hand atop mine, coaxing the motion, made the rhythm click into place. Up and then down—slowly at first, then faster. I kept going as he removed his hand.
I saw his jaw clench and his breath catch.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” His voice was a low rasp, the words torn from him as if they hurt to say.
The blue diamond glinted on my finger, catching the light each time I brought my hand to the tip and back again. I was mesmerized by the transformation, the way his body tensed, his muscles flexing with every stroke.
“I’m about to come on your face and chest.” His voice, usually so controlled and measured, was guttural and ragged around the edges. “Do you remember what happens when a man comes?”
He was panting from the effort of keeping himself in check, his body vibrating with the tension of a held-back wave. The muscles of his abdomen were rigid and defined, giving away how close he was to unraveling.
“I think you’re about to remind me,” I whispered.
“It’ll make a mess of your hair and makeup.”
“Maria will be displeased if you destroy her hard work.” The poor stylist had spent hours on my hair and makeup.
“Then put your mouth on me and swallow my cum instead.”
Whether he meant to or not, he looked sexy as fuck making dirty demands. I pressed my lips together, willing my voice to stay steady. “My mouth?”
“Do you like it when I use mine to make you come?”
Oh God, yes.
“It’s torture holding back from you,” he said hoarsely. “If I can’t fuck you right now, let me fuck your mouth instead. Can you do that for me, baby?”
