Page 56 of Their Dangerous Game
“Nah, but we won’t be telling you our secret. Come on, little nympho, you’ve played with the boys enough this morning.” He turns and heads out into the hallway.
I adjust my bag and follow him to the kitchen. He sits at the island and picks up one of the fake lemons Mom has out for decoration. I drop my bag on a chair and move to the other side of the island to make my two sandwiches for lunch.
“We could just buy lunch today,” Caden offers as he watches me pull everything out of my fridge.
I shake my head. “I haven’t eaten cafeteria food for years. Right around the time you guys started to make a reputation for yourselves.”
“We’re not that bad.” Caden rubs his jaw and stands.
Ignoring him, I make the two sandwiches for us. As much as I can ignore the giant guy in my kitchen. He knows the horsemen are that bad. And I know he’s behind me. But it isn’t until I feel his warmth surrounding me that I try to move. His hands come to rest on the counter on either side of me.
“Is it your shampoo or perfume or body wash?” He leans down next to my neck and inhales. Heat floods my body.
I resist the urge to press into his warmth. “What?”
“The vanilla. It’s like an ice cream cone I just want to lick all day.” Caden sniffs my neck again, and I feel his lips against my pulse, which thrums harder.
My breath catches in my throat and I remain still, wondering what will happen next. The realization I’m alone with Caden in my house doesn’t do me any favors. My pulse ratchets higher, and tingles scatter through me from his touch.
“Harper?” His mouth whispers against my skin.
“Mmhmm?” My chest is rising and falling fast, and there is no one here to stop him besides me. And I’m not that reliable.
“Turn around.”
Fuck me. I don’t want to turn around and I want to at the same time.
“Now.” His voice is little more than a growl that shoots right between my legs.
I set the wrapped sandwiches to the side and turn in the cage of his arms. I lift my chin to look at him. His green eyes are darker than usual.
His lips are on mine before I can even blink. He grabs my ass and hoists me onto the counter, bringing our heads closer to the same height. My hands automatically go to his shoulders. My lips part beneath his, and he pushes my knees apart to step between them. His denim-covered cock presses against my panty-covered pussy.
“Oh my god,” I say against his lips. Fuck, that feels divine.
“Not quite, little nympho.” He chuckles before he devours my lips and rocks his hard cock against me. “If it were just you and me, I’d drive my cock inside you right this minute, but I’m not even allowed to touch that precious pussy yet.”
He thrusts against me, eliciting a moan. I want him to touch me there, but I won’t tell him that. I can’t tell him that. My brain is fuzzy.
“You want it. Don’t you, little nympho?” He leans back and grabs my chin. I open my eyes. “Fuck, you’re hot. I swear you get hotter every fucking day.”
I wish I had something to say to that, but my insides are on fire. Every time he rocks against me, sparks ignite and burn through me. Winding me up.
“Shit. You’re going to get me in so much trouble.” Caden claims my lips again.
His tongue parries mine for dominance as he holds my chin. He withdraws and I whimper, needing more.
“I’m not going to touch, but I want to smell you.”
Say what?
Caden drops to one knee between my parted legs, leans forward, and inhales obscenely. He blows his hot breath over my damp panties, and I clutch onto the edge of the counter. Holy fuck, that should not feel that good.
He stands back up and hoists me down to stand before him. My legs shake a little but surprisingly hold me upright.
“You smell so fucking good. I can’t wait to taste you.”
My knees give a little, but I catch the counter behind me to hold me steady.
