Chapter 8 Caden #2
“What exactly do you want?” I didn’t recognize my own voice as it dipped to a husky rasp.
“You want me to kiss you like I did for show tonight?” I drifted my thumb over her bottom lip.
“Or climb under the sheets and see if you taste as sweet as I remember.” A whimper escaped her when I dipped my hand under the covers and skimmed it down her leg.
“You need to be clear about what you’re asking me for. ”
“I didn’t kiss you for show tonight,” she said in a gravelly whisper. “I did it because I wanted to. Like I want you to now.”
“Then after I kiss you, what do you want me to do?” I grazed my bottom lip across hers, smiling when she opened her mouth, her shaky breaths fanning hot against my chin. “Do you want me to fuck you against that padded headboard, hard and deep enough so the whole hotel can hear you come?”
“That was…awfully specific,” she said, her hooded eyes fixed on me as her chest heaved up and down.
“Because, yes, I think about you.”
All the fucking time.
This was exactly what I’d been trying to avoid. I should stop this. Get back on my edge of the bed and tell her this was a bad idea, that as much as we’d say only for tonight, we wouldn’t be able to keep it there.
And I’d want a lot more than she would when it was over.
This was exactly what I’d been dreading yet hoping for. I’d known I wouldn’t be strong enough to resist, and giving in would probably destroy me.
But at that moment, with Sabrina’s eyes on mine, her body so close in this big fucking bed, I’d destroy myself a million times over and worry about it later. Right now, I wanted her too much to care about anything else.
Including myself.
“So, if I’m what you want, I’m all fucking yours.”
And wasn’t that the fucking truth? Not just for tonight but for what felt like my whole goddamn life.
But if I only had right here and right now, I wasn’t wasting a second of it.
I peeled off my T-shirt and climbed on top of Sabrina, grinding against her as her legs fell open.
I didn’t know what had come over her. Was it regret about all she’d wanted in life but never had? Was it the old habits of losing herself in me when life became too hard floating to the surface?
I couldn’t answer for her. But for me, it was everything I’d ever wanted and would probably still want after it was over.
One night with the girl I used to love and the woman I was still crazy about.
I crashed my mouth against hers, the kiss igniting and turning deep and desperate as we pawed at each other.
“Do you want to pretend we’re back on the bleachers or waiting for someone’s key at the door?” She scraped her nails down my chest. “I can work either angle.”
“I don’t want to be a kid fumbling in the dark and making it quick. I’m taking my time with you. So the only angle we’re going to work is that I want you like fucking crazy.”
I grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips to mine.
She gasped into my mouth as I slid my hand into her soaked panties, drawing figure eights over her drenched clit that was as hard as I was.
Her needy moans went straight to my cock, already throbbing and jumping way ahead of where I wanted it to be right now.
I ran my hands down her tank top, her nipples poking through the thin fabric.
I dragged my lips down her chest, pulling down her top, and sucked her nipple into my mouth while my fingers still moved inside her. Her back arched as she screamed. I smiled around the rigid peak, remembering how much she loved the combo of my mouth on her nipple and my hand between her legs.
“Someone is extra wet for me tonight. Is that right, baby?” I rasped, holding her hooded eyes.
“I’ve been wet since you picked me up tonight. The way you looked…and the kiss. God, Caden,” she moaned, arching her back off the bed when I slid two fingers inside her.
“Was that first one really for practice?” I asked, my eyes fluttering as she dripped all over my fingers.
She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head.
“Hold that thought,” I said, jumping off the bed to grab my wallet from the nightstand and heaving a huge sigh of relief when I found one of the foil packets I was looking for.
“Yes, please,” she said, pleading as she dug her nails into my biceps. “Just do it.”
“You asked me if I thought about you. I thought about this all night,” I rasped, dragging her panties down her legs. “You naked and wet and spread out just for me.” I trailed kisses down the inside of her thigh, smiling against her skin when she bucked her hips off the bed.
“Someone’s impatient. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. You want my mouth on you before I fuck you?”
I teased her clit with my tongue as I worked my fingers inside her.
“Please,” she groaned as her head fell back.
“I actually have a better idea,” I said, crawling over to lie next to her. Four people could’ve fit in this bed, but I’d find ways to use every single inch.
I slid my hand under her waist and rolled her until she was on top of me.
“Climb up and take a seat. Ride my face until you come.”
She smirked and hooked her leg over me, straddling my waist as she scooted up.
“There she is,” I said, grabbing her hips and lifting her the rest of the way.
She rocked against my mouth, moaning deeper and dirtier with every swipe of my tongue along her soaked and swollen clit.
I sucked it into my mouth and slid two fingers inside her, twisting them as I inched them in and out.
When we were young, she’d detonate like the sexiest bomb when I’d do this, but grown-up Sabrina was greedy.
She rode my face hard, wanting more, and I was all too happy to oblige.
She lost it when I snaked my tongue inside her, and she screamed out her release. The creak of the mattress was as loud as the thump of the headboard against the wall, and I hoped she didn’t have relatives staying on either side who could hear us.
Hoped, but I was too lost in her to really care.
When she collapsed next to me, I peeled off my clothes and ripped open the condom, holding her hazy gaze as I rolled it on.
“Don’t give me shit for coming fast. You looked so fucking good in that dress. First time may be quick,” I said before rolling on the condom and lifting her by the waist. “Hold on, beautiful.”
Her body rocked against me as I slid inside her. I cradled the back of her head as I covered her mouth with a sloppy but sensual kiss, thrusting in and out, slow and steady enough to drive us both crazy.
In the old days, I’d fuck her hard against any surface as fast as I could, but I wanted to savor this. I didn’t know if I’d be back here ever again, and I wanted to experience everything. Her nails scraping down my back, the sheen of sweat between us, her eyes growing wide each time I went deeper.
I knew I’d never survive this, as much as I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I guessed you had to die a little to truly be alive.
“You got one more in there for me, don’t you?” I grunted out as I slid my hand between us and pinched her clit.
“Caden, fuck…”
I kissed her to muffle her screams as she clenched around me. Her quivering body beneath me was all I needed to spill inside her, white dots bursting behind my eyes as I buried my head into the crook of her shoulder.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out. “I… Sweet Jesus,” she said, rolling her head to the side.
“Did I scramble your brain?” I asked, brushing a kiss to her lips. The euphoria was still high enough to chase away pesky thoughts questioning what this could mean and where we went from here.
“A little bit,” she said, smoothing away the locks of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “We still got it.”
“Yes, we do,” I said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before I rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
I knew crossing the line with Sabrina with a hookup would screw with my head, but I was in no way prepared for what making love to her would do to me.
This was either a new beginning or the beginning of the end.
I wasn’t sure how I’d handle it either way.