Page 18 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
Before I can think of another witty reply, his fingers speed up, vanishing any coherent thought I have. Moaning, I raise my hips and begin meeting his pace. “That’s it, baby,” he groans with approval, “fuck my fingers.”
My breathing kicks up and a foreign feeling starts to take root inside of me. “Cade?” His name comes out as a question, asking him for something I don’t understand.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” Keeping the rhythm of his fingers, he leans down and runs his tongue along my wet slit.
“Ahhh.” My back arches off the bed as my body explodes with sensations. He splays a large hand over my hips to hold me in place.
“Fuck me. I knew you would taste just as good as you look,” he mumbles against my flesh as he devours me in the most intimate way. His tongue moves slowly and skillfully, knowing exactly where to lick and how much pressure to use.
I wind my fingers tightly in his soft, damp hair and my hips begin to meet his mouth with greedy desperation. His groan of approval vibrates against my swollen clit and brings me to teeter on the edge. “Oh god, Cade, I’m going to come.”
“Give it to me, baby, let me fucking taste it,” he growls just before sucking the swollen bud into his mouth, and sending me flying.
Everything around me falls away as my body becomes overwhelmed with sensations. Even the cries of his name, that escape my lips, sound distant to my ears. He keeps his rhythm, never letting up, until every bit of pleasure spills from my body. Eventually, I float back down to reality, and once my breathing slows to a more normal pace, I open my eyes. Cade stares down at me as he stands at the edge of the bed. His eyes are the darkest I’ve ever seen them and display so many emotions that it’s impossible to pinpoint even one.
Getting to my knees, my face becomes level with his chest and I wrap my arms around his waist. An unexpected bolt of electricity shoots through my body and we both moan at the skin on skin contact. I hold him close and press a kiss right over his heart. Its strong, steady beat plays a beautiful rhythm against my lips.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his chest.
He threads his fingers through my hair and forces my gaze to his. “Believe me, Red, it was my fucking pleasure.”
Smiling, I press another soft kiss over his heart before looking up at him. “It’s my turn now to do some exploring, Walker.”
His jaw clenches and his eyes turn to liquid fire. Pulling back just a little, I press my warm hand to his smooth abdomen and trail it along the hard contours of his body, feeling his muscles twitch under my palm. When I reach the dark, swirling lines of the tattoo that starts at his hip, I begin following the beautiful design with my finger. My tracing comes to an abrupt halt when I reach his ribs. There, in the intricate lines of black ink, is something that looks like a thick white ribbon and in the center of it is the name Mia in script.
I look up at him, and along with the fire in his eyes burns a pain so strong I swear I can feel it all the way to my soul. “Your sister?” I ask softly. He grinds his teeth and responds with a single nod.
My heart swells, and I wish more than anything I could take away the pain that I know he still harbors so deep inside of him. Wanting to offer some comfort, I place a soft kiss over her name. His body goes stiff telling me things are getting too intense for him. Not wanting anything to ruin this moment, I move on quickly and start trailing my lips toward his chest, stopping when I get to his nipple ring. Reaching up, I finger the piece of metal with fascination.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, looking up at him. He shakes his head and I watch his eyes darken as I play with the hoop. When my nail accidentally gives it a little tug he groans out loud. “Did that hurt or feel good?”
His eyes turn another shade darker. “Good, baby. Really fucking good.”
Smiling, I lean in and flick the ring with my tongue then graze his nipple with my teeth before giving the hoop another tug. Something that can only be described as animalistic rumbles from his chest, and before I know it I’m on my back again, with him on top, his erection pressing against the one spot I crave for him most. I lift my hips to grind into him and we both groan at the contact.
He latches his mouth to one of my nipples and sucks the tight bud hard enough that pleasure and pain become one. It causes my clit to swell with anticipation again. “I wasn’t done exploring you yet.” A whimper of pleasure escapes me and I arch into his mouth, contradicting the complaint I just made.
“Too bad.”
“Not fair. You got all the time you wanted to explore me.”
“I could spend a lifetime exploring your body and it still wouldn’t be long enough.” I freeze, his words sending my heart into a tailspin. I can immediately tell he regrets letting that out.
Shaking his head, he grumbles something I don’t quite catch then reaches over for his wallet, that’s on the small stand beside his bed, and pulls out a condom. He looks back down at me with hesitation again. “If you want to back out, Red, now is the time to say so.”
I hold his gaze with certainty and shake my head. “I’m not changing my mind. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
Rising up, I seal my words with a kiss, and as our tongues tangle in a desperate rhythm, I run my hands down his powerful body until I reach the waistband of his pants. Pushing the black material down, I feel his erection spring free. I grasp his smooth, hard cock in a firm grip and gasp when I feel how big he is.
