Page 78 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
I spear my fingers in his hair so he won’t pull away. “Please don’t stop,” I plead desperately. “I need you to touch me, Cade. I want you to touch me.”
A groan vibrates deep in his throat and he lifts his intense gaze to mine, his hazel eyes burning with lust, yet also hesitation. “Has anyone touched you since, Red?” I watch a hardness take over his expression as he waits for me to answer. I shake my head and see something that looks like relief flicker in his eyes. “What about by yourself, baby, have you touched yourself?”
I feel my face turn as red as my hair before I shake my head again. “No. I haven’t had any desire to be touched, until you. You’re the only one I want to feel and I desperately want you to erase the memories.” My throat starts to burn as I try to get out the words that I have not yet expressed to anyone. “I hate that they were the last ones to have touched me.”
I immediately regret my admission when his expression turns lethal and his jaw clenches so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t snap. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you angry,” I apologize softly.
He closes his eyes and I watch as he tries to regain his composure. When he reopens them again, his gaze is a little softer. “Don’t be sorry. You can tell me anything, no matter how hard it is to hear.” His hand travels up my throat to the back of my head before he brings me forward and gives me a long, deep kiss. One that reaches the very depths of my heart.
He pulls back a long minute later to rest his forehead against mine. “We’re going to take this slow, Red. I’m going to touch you, baby, and make you feel good, but if I do something you’re not ready for, you tell me, okay?”
“Yes,” I comply softly.
His hands move to my shoulders before he slides the sleeves of my sweater all the way down my arms, his mouth trailing across the skin it reveals. My heart kicks up in anticipation when his fingers work the few small buttons on my nightgown, between my breasts. He spreads the material apart and pushes the straps down my shoulders until it’s bunched at my waist, baring me to his stare.
The soft evening breeze whispers across my overheated skin, causing goosebumps to break out over my flesh. His fierce gaze fixates on my exposed breasts, my nipples instantly straining for his touch. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, and the sound increases the throbbing between my legs. “Goddamn, woman, you’re fucking beautiful.”
I smile softly; his words, along with his heated expression, making me feel a beautiful I have only ever felt with him.
My smile quickly vanishes though, as his large hands move up my rib cage and cup the heavy weight of my breasts, his rough palms gliding across my tight, aching points. Moaning, I cover his hands with my own and relish in the pleasure his touch brings me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Red, every goddamn inch of you,” he rasps while rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. Leaning in, he takes a tortured bud into his mouth and sucks it with enough pressure that electricity shoots through my body and straight to my clit.
My head falls back as a cry of pleasure spills past my lips. He goes back and forth, taking his time with each tight tip. My hands slip under his beanie and thread through his soft, messy hair while my hips begin to grind against his erection, desperately seeking relief.
“You ready for more, baby?”
My response is a fiery whimper, as I grind myself harder against him.
A hungry groan erupts from his throat, “Fuck, feeling the heat of your pussy, through my pants, is enough to make me fucking come.”
His dirty, erotic words send another wave of heat to soar through me. “Please, Cade,” I plead on a whimper.
“I’m going to take care of you, Red, trust me.”
Little does he know, I do. I trust him more than anyone else in my life and that’s saying a lot.
With one hand still cupping my breast, he coasts his other down my stomach, making my muscles quiver in response. As he slips his hand into my lace panties, his eyes bore into mine, searching for any signs of hesitation from me. But he will not find any, not this time. Right now there is no fear and no panic, only a fierce need burning me from the inside out.
“Is this okay, baby?” His deep voice is rough with lust, yet laced with concern.
I cup the side of his face, my thumb stroking across his strong jaw. “Yes. As long as it’s your hands, your mouth and your body then everything and anything is okay,” I tell him truthfully.
Something softer flashes in his gaze right before he says, “That’s because you’re mine, Red. You always have been, even when you were miles away, and every part of you knows it.”
I swallow thickly and rest my forehead against his, the truth of his words causing mixed emotions to storm inside of me. “You’re right,” I admit softly, my lips only a breath away from his. “Every part of me has always known it—especially my heart. I just wish you would have known it too.”
I watch guilt flash in his eyes, which, in return, makes me feel guilty. Even though I understand his reasons for staying away, it still hurts but I also know what matters is the here and now.
I’m just about to tell him that but he speaks first. “Believe me, baby. I’ve always known it, which is why I haven’t touched anyone else in the last two fucking years.”
Shock has me freezing in place. “You haven’t been with anyone since me?” I can’t help but feel a spark of hope flaring inside me.
He shakes his head, his sincere gaze burning into mine. “No. You’re all I could think about, all I wanted. I swear, Red, you have ruined me and my dick for anyone else.”
