22. Chapter 22
twenty-two
DAISY
Kade ghosts a finger over my tattoo. “You haven’t removed it. Why?”
“I’m trying to build up the courage. I heard it hurts more than getting tattooed.” That’s a lie. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to have it lazered off. It’s a reminder of not always being the good girl everyone expects me to be.
I awkwardly move my arms, not sure what to do with them. I feel like, with him fully clothed, I need to cover myself.
Like he senses my discomfort, he unbuttons his shirt painfully slow.
Finally, he shrugs out of it, and my breath catches.
Fully clothed, I could tell Kade was built, but without his shirt, it’s more than I could’ve imagined.
Every part of him is hard and strong. Ropey muscles on his arms. Defined pecs.
Sculptured abs. A body that makes my mouth water.
But what takes my breath away even more is the artwork covering almost every inch of his skin.
Dozens of intricate chains weave through tattoos of skulls, tribal patterns, birds and crosses. They all look like they’ve been planned perfectly.
“They’re… beautiful.” I glide my fingertips over the images as I walk around him. The chains flow to his back and entwine with more elaborate designs. One catches my eye. Smiling, I rub my fingers over it. “You have a daisy chain tattoo.”
“The night you got your tattoo, Tricia, the tattoo artist, decided that because I didn’t get your name inked, like I dared you to do, she’d pay me back this way.” He chuckles. “It’s not my usual style.”
I poke him in his side, and he jerks, like I’ve tickled him. “It serves you right. You tricked me.” Now that I see the design on his back, I love it more that he calls me Daisy Chain.
He grabs my wrists and pulls me in front of him, smashing my body up against his.
I unzip his pants and then push them down his legs.
The chains and other designs continue down his body, wrapping around his thighs.
When I reach for the waistband of his underwear, Kade stops me. I gaze up at him questioningly.
“We’ll get to that later.”
“I’m completely naked, but you’re not? That’s not fair.”
“I don’t want to scare you away.”
I burst out laughing. “Scare me away? Is this your way of telling me you're huge?”
He smiles with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. “You’ve felt it. Seen it. Am I wrong?”
When I refuse to give him the satisfaction of an answer, he smirks like he knows he’s right.
“Are you ready to go swimming?” he asks.
“We really are swimming?”
“That’s why I closed the area off. Why? What did you think we were doing?” His lips twitch.
I know he’s teasing. I’m grateful he hasn’t rushed straight to his bed. Even though I know this is what I want, I’m nervous, and he’s been distracting me and easing me into it.
He dives in, and when he surfaces, he wipes water from his face and waves for me to join him.
I’m not the most confident swimmer, and instead of diving in, like he did, I sit on the edge and lower myself in. The water is warm and inviting.
Swimming over to him, he clutches my hips, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He stares at me long and hard, and I feel it burning into me.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you in front of the tattoo shop. I think if I told you what I wanted then, I would’ve scared the hell out of you.”
“Normally, a man who looks as dangerous as you would scare me, and I would never have spoken to you the way I did. For some reason, I wasn’t scared. It was the most excitement I’d had in years.”
“You did have a smart mouth.” He grins.
“I had a few drinks that night.”
“I could tell. Probably one of the reasons why I didn’t take you to bed.”
“What makes you think I would have let you?”
He sucks water from my neck, and my stomach coils with desire. “You were looking for excitement, and I would’ve been the ticket.”
I hate to admit he’s right. That’s why Sally and I came up with the ‘try new things’ every month. I’d been stuck in a hole, not knowing what it was that I wanted. “You said it was one of the reasons. What were the other ones?”
“You had that good girl, need a commitment vibe about you.”
I gasp with surprise. “You thought I was a prude?”
“Not a prude, but someone who didn’t do one-night stands. A good girl who always did the right thing and stayed away from bad men like me.”
“Well, as you can see, I’m not such a good girl.”
With a look of skepticism, he says, “Are you sure? If we do this, it’s a one-time deal. I don’t do relationships. I don’t have sex with the same woman multiple times. I fuck them and forget them. It’s the way I work. I’m not changing that.”
His words are harsh—being forgotten with a click of his fingers stings—but this is what I want.
I’m tired of being the ‘good girl’ who needs to settle down and start a family like my father and congregation expect me to.
For years, I’ve played by their rules, and it hasn’t made me happy.
It’s my time to break them. If this is the only night I get with Kade, I’m going to make the most of it.
“I want this. One night. With you. I don’t expect you to change.”
With a growl, his lips smash on mine. The sudden movement knocks the breath from my lungs. He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. Palming my butt, he drags me closer, our bodies melding together.
We break the kiss to catch some air. Our chests heave as we drag in deep breaths.
There’s a look of confusion on his face that I’m not sure I understand.
Did he not like it, or did he like it a little too much?
Whatever the reason, it’s gone in a flash, and he’s moving to the waterfall with me still in his arms. He steps under the force of the water; I hold my breath as the impact hits my shoulders and head in a warm and steady pressure until we are in a small cave.
The water descending acts like a screen.
At the side of the pool, he spins me so my back is against his chest and lifts my legs so they sit on the edge of the pool. “What are you doing?” My voice echoes through the cave.
“You’ll see.”
Then he pushes me a little closer to the wall. A blast of water hits my sex, and I gasp with surprise. “Oh,” I sigh as the jet massages my clit. Kade massages my breasts and flicks at my nipples, the water pressure edging me toward a climax as I rock against the pressure.
“Steady there, Daisy Chain. When you come, I want my mouth on you.”
After a few torturous moments, he pulls my legs down, turns me, and lifts me so I’m sitting on the ledge.
Pushing my knees apart, he runs his palms along my thighs, giving them a slight squeeze.
He trails them along further. Up the sides of my torso, and brushes his thumbs under my breasts. I lean back on my palms for support.
My back arches. When he gets to the heated spot between my legs, his fingers slide along my folds, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out.
“Don’t hold back. No one can hear you,” he says, like he can read my mind.
He places my legs over his shoulders and steps closer.
I wiggle my way closer to the edge. I’ve never been so open and vulnerable before.
Yet, with Kade, I feel safe doing something I’ve never done before.
He’s the perfect height for what I know—and can’t wait for him to do.
He trails kisses along my thigh. Leading up to my centre with the flat of his tongue, he licks along my slit, finds my clit and makes circling and sucking motions.
I moan as my body trembles. Next, he adds a finger and then another.
My sex stretches to accommodate him. The sensation steals my breath away.
My pelvis rocks against his hand with every thrust.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I pant.
My body jerks. Heat coils low in my stomach, tighter and tighter until I can barely think straight.
My hand fists in Kade’s hair, my body trembling as he’s lapping me up.
His fingers are working me over like he knows exactly what my body needs.
This has been building for so long. Every glance, every touch, every moment of tension has brought us here.
I collapse back onto the smooth rocks. He slides one hand up my body until he reaches my breast and massages in slow circles, plucking at my nipples, the sensations becoming too much as my body trembles.
“That’s it, Daisy Chain, let it go. Come in my mouth.”
It doesn’t take more encouragement than that. A second later, pleasure tears through me in hot, pulsing waves, and I cry out as the release unravels me completely. My body quivers at the release. His fingers fucking into me, dragging out every drop of my orgasm until I slump in a languid heap.
I suck in deep gulps of air. My body boneless in the aftermath. Every nerve ending buzzing. My pulse racing. That was… amazing. I have never experienced anything like this. Secluded in a cave surrounded by a manmade waterfall. With the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. It’s like a dream.
A very kinky dream.
Kade pulls himself up out of the pool. As he stands above me, water trickles down his muscles.
He reaches out a hand to me to help me up, but I shake my head. “There’s something I need to do.”
As I get on my knees, understanding flitters across his face. His eyes grow heavy, and his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip. I tug his now-wet underwear down his legs.
I’ve seen his dick before—felt it behind his trousers.
But up close… it’s more than I think I can handle.
Suddenly, the confidence I thought I had when dropping to my knees wavers.
Can I take him in? Wrapping my fingers around his erection, I swipe my thumb over the tip, pulling a long moan from his lips.
I run the flat of my tongue over the head, tasting the saltiness of his precum before opening my mouth wide and taking him in.