46. Caden
CHAPTER 46
Caden
I slide my knee in between hers, spreading her legs as I pull her towards the edge of the table. The soft skin of her thighs glistens under the moonlight, sending fire coursing through me.
She’s patient, waiting for me to take the lead, but her eyes tell a different story.
“Do you want this, Millie?” I wait for her answer.
She bites at her thumb nail. The apples of her cheeks flush pink as she nods, pulling my hips forward with her ankles until they’re perfectly aligned.
I’m confident that’s a yes, but I need to hear it.
“Say it.” I tap her swollen lips. “Use your words.”
“I want this.” She swallows, there’s no hesitation, but her words are too quiet for my liking.
“Louder.”
“I want this!” she cries out, rocking against me in frustration .
I laugh, running my thumb along her jawline before folding a strand of hair behind her ear.
“No need to shout, darling.”
She rolls her eyes, falling back on her elbows with a wanting moan.
“Rolling your eyes like that already?” I let my hands roam her body. “I’ve barely even got started on my list of the things I want to do to you.”
She sucks in her bottom lip, her pupils dilating as she hears the words. “I’d appreciate it if you stop talking and start doing, Caden.”
“So demanding.” I remove her cowboy boots one by one, placing a light kiss on each ankle. “Maybe I want to take my time with you.”
I strain against my jeans as I make good on my promise to take it slow.
I want to give every inch of her body the attention it deserves.
With each savoured kiss, I move closer to her core, knowing I’ll be able to taste how ready she is for me by the time I make it to her panties. My cock throbs as I push her skirt above her waist, exposing a thin line of black lace barely covering her slit. I push the material to the side, eager to feel her melt beneath my touch.
“You’re so wet for me, Millie.” I bring my soaked fingers up to her lips. “Open.”
She doesn’t hesitate, letting out a soft moan as she sucks the taste of herself off my fingers.
Fuck.
I steady myself with one hand against the bench as I return my mouth to her thong, running my tongue along the scalloped lace hem.
Moving over her curves, kissing and sucking every inch of her, I feel my own need rising. It takes everything in me not to lose control.
“Off,” I demand, sitting her up to help her remove her dress.
Seeing her exposed like this – just two strips of lace and the necklace I bought her for her birthday left on her body – threatens to send me over the edge before we’ve even got started.
I dig into my jean pocket, pulling out a velvet box and popping it open. Millie shivers as I loosen the silver links of her necklace, feeding a second charm over the cool chain.
“What’s this?” she asks, squinting to look at the tiny ‘C.’
“A gift.” I throb as I take her in, my initial hanging around her neck. “To mark our first date.”
“Or to mark your territory?” She laughs, but there’s a new rasp to her voice – like knowing she belongs to me turns on something primal within her.
I can’t help thinking about all of the other ways I want to mark her as mine.
Over, and over, and over again.
“You know,” she rubs her thumb over the pendant, “there’s lots of names that begin with the letter ‘C.’ I could belong to anyone.”
Not a fucking chance.
I spank her core.
She lets out a squeal, but it’s coated in desire, confirming that that was anything but a punishment to her.
Her eyes are hooded and filled with need as I yank at my belt with one hand, freeing my cock from the tight hold of my jeans.
I return to her body, mapping every freckle, line, and scar with my tongue, falling in love with each one as I do.
Running two fingers along the underside of her bra straps, I let each one drop from its shoulder, before releasing the back clasp with one hand.
However good she looked in the lace, she looks infinitely better without it.
I’m desperate for her.
My restrained kisses become more frantic, moving up her arm, across her collar bone, and over the prickled skin at her neck.
Millie grabs a fist full of my shirt, pulling me closer as her shaking hands unfasten each button.
“Caden,” she moans, tension thick in her voice as a new side of her comes out, asking for what she wants. “Are you going to fuck me, or what?”
“Good things come to those who wait, Princess.” I return my mouth to her body, hoping to tease her a little more, but she pushes me off, getting to her feet in front of me.
“I’m done waiting.”