Page 82 of Light Up The Night
"Mornin' beautiful girl." I caress her cheek. "Sleep well?"
"That was the most refreshing sleep of my life." She searches my face, her cheeks going red. "Riley, I…last night."
"Cadence, I can't explain how honored I feel to that you trusted me like that." I lean in and kiss her forehead.
She shakes her head. "I should be the one saying that, Riley. I had all but given up on ever getting to experience that. You…" she blushes harder, eyes screwing shut. "I am so grateful. So amazed. You…you made me feel beautiful. Womanly."
"Cadence, youarebeautiful. So fuckin' sexy, I swear to god. You are all woman. You should feel beautiful all the time."
"There is only one thing that I might wish to change, were that possible."
My heart skips a beat, starts to sink. "Oh. Ah…okay. Hit me with it, honey."
"It was unequal. You did not…or rather, I should say thatIdid not have a chance to…to do anything foryoubefore I fell asleep." She looks genuinely displeased about this.
I smile at her, shake my head. "Don't even think about that, Gorgeous. I wanted that to be all about you. Not me. Not what I wanted or what I got. It was aboutyou. It was about you hopefully having a chance to feel…wanted. I guess. Desired. To feel beautiful. To know how sexy you are. To be shown that you’re, a sexy, beautiful, amazing, desirable woman. I'm the luckiest man in the world that you trustedme, with all my bullshit, to give that experience to you."
"You are so sweet and so selfless, Riley," she whispers.
I snort. "I'm really not, but I'm tryin'. It's what you deserve."
She shimmies closer and my heart starts to pound when I feel her soft, squishy breasts settle against me. Fuck, I want her. Need her. My jaw clenches and I have to squeeze my hands into shaking fists to keep from pulling her on top of me and devouring her all over again until she's cross-eyed and boneless.
She furrows her brow. "You are very tense, Riley. Why, please?"
I swallow hard, mutter through gritted molars, knotting my fingers in the sheet. "Hard to explain, babe."
"Try. Please? I am confused. Did I upset you?" Her hand flutters over my chest beneath the blanket, comes to rest on my belly.
Not fucking helping.
She deserves the truth, at least. "I…fuck. You're naked, Cadence. And if you really wanna know, I’m all tense because all I can think about is how fuckin' bad I want to eat your sweet, tight, wet little pussy again."
She whines, a tight, small, shocked sound from her throat. "Riley!” Softer, quieter, then. "Eat out my…my…?"
"Yeah, babe." I growl in frustration as need overtakes caution, and I roll into her, gaze down at her, knowing my face is giving away the savagery of my need for her. "Got a taste of heaven last night, sweet girl. Now it's all I can fuckin' think about."
"You…you would…" she bites her lip. “You would want to do that again? With me?"
Fuck.
So soft, so shy, so unassuming—she has not a single fucking clue how hot she is, how bad I want her. She sure as fuck doesn't have the first clue what I would do to her, given the chance. I'd shock her silly. Scare her, more than likely.
Yet I can’t control myself. It's a victory of self-control that I'm not buried balls-deep inside her right now. I'd throw myself through plate glass, naked, before I did that, though. Before she's ready, at least. I sure as fuck won't be the one pressuring her.
"Riley?"
I've spaced out, I guess. Lost in my efforts to hold back my insatiable need for all things Cadence Creswell, MD.
She gazes up at me, waiting, expectant. Her hand, beneath the blanket, searches across my stomach and finds my hand. Guides it to her belly. Eyes widening, cheeks flaming red, I feel her slide her thighs apart, one pressing against mine.
That's as clear as you can get, I think.
Still. I run my palm over her belly, pausing before I reach the promised land. "You want me to touch you again, Cadence?"
"Yes, please," she breathes, eyes shining eagerly, radiant with desire and anticipation. "If you…that is to say…if you want to."
I whip the blanket away, baring her body in its nude glory.
