Unexpected Gift(46)

I close my eyes, letting his masculine scent encompass me. I let my nose trail over his throat and flick my tongue out to see if he tastes as good as he smells. He tilts his head back, stretching it to give me more access to explore.

I’ve never explored before.

I place a kiss where his vein throbs and glide my lips across his jaw. I have no idea what I’m doing. I have never seduced a man, and there is pressure with Caden because he has so much experience.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” he says, like he can hear my thoughts.

“Of course, I’m nervous,” I run my hand through his thick hair, inching my lips closer to his.

He brushes his lips against mine, shaking his head. “Why?”

Not even I can answer that.

His hands tease the hem of my shirt, lightly grazing my skin, sending my nerves into a sexual frenzy. I pull back when he leans in. I lean in, he pulls back with a smirk. We start a dance, twisting around each other’s bodies, teasing, groping, amping up the tension.

I take a step backward; he takes a step forward until the stopped me. His arms cage me in, placing them on either side of my head. “Kiss me,” he says again.

“And If I say no?”

His lips hover over mine, and his hands clutch onto my shoulders. “I’ll beg you until you say yes.” His knee shoves my legs apart, pressing against the spot that has never been touched.

I gasp, giving him the opportunity to drive his tongue inside my mouth. I jump to wrap my legs around his hips. He moves his hands to my ass and squeezes. The shirt covers all my parts, but this is new. I’ve never been in this position before. The way he makes me feel, the way his hands knead my ass, the way his cock presses against my pelvis, it’s the furthest I’ve ever been with a man. The sensations are new, but not unwanted.

“Your skin is so soft, Molly.” My shirt lifts higher and higher, until he stops underneath my breasts. He balances my body on his knee as he travels his hands over my ribs. It causes my breath to stutter and my body to convulse. “Hot spot.”

“Hot what?” I ask, delirious with heat. Actual heat. My body feels like it’s being singed with fire as he kisses his way over my throat.

“A hot spot," he starts to explain, “is a certain part of your body that drives you crazy with want. With need. With lust. It's a carnal desire. It causes you to want more, but at the same time, less,” he says. His finger feathers over my ribcage, causing me to squirm and whimper.

I pant as I try to catch my breath, not understanding what it is that he is trying to get at. “Less?”

“Less because it is so much but not enough at the same time.” His fingers walk down my torso, teasing the band of my underwear. He brings his mouth to my ear and licks the lobe. My skin vibrates. My fingers dig into his shoulders until my nails pierced his skin. “Tell me, Molly, because I really need to know.”

“Know what?” I say out of delirium.

“I really need to know if anyone has ever been down here.”

This is the moment. The moment of truth. It will kill the mood, and I will die a virgin. “That’s not important. Come here,” I grapple at his shirt, trying to get him closer to me.

“It’s very important,” he explains as he grips my chin, spearing his eyes into mine.

I fight it for a minute, deciding if I really want to tell him. His fingers dip inside my panties, but not far enough to touch my swollen clit. Instead, his fingertips skim over the patch of hair I have down there. “No.”

He pauses, taking his hand out of my panties. “No?”

I grip his arm and shove his hand back where it was. “No, no one has ever been down there. I’m a virgin, okay?” I look away with shame.

A few beats of silence pass when a low, rumble comes from his chest. My eyes widen when I watch his chest rise and fall at a fast rate. “Caden?”

“Do you understand what that does to me?” Quicker than I thought possible, he picks me up by my ass and throws me on the bed. Before I can even think, he rips my shirt off my body, leaving me in my red panties, and nothing else.

I shake my head, unable to speak when he reaches behind his head and yanks his T-shirt off. He looks like a model. His neck strains, and his abs clench as he moves toward me.

His spreads my legs, burying his face in my apex. He runs his nose over my slit and takes a big whiff. “You smell so good.” He slides a finger over me and never moves them aside to penetrate me. He makes me wetter, dry humping my clit with his fingers. “You smell so sweet.”

“Caden,” I whimper, grasping at the sheets on the bed, searching for something to hold onto.

“Are you going to give this to me, Molly? You are going to give me this sweet pussy?”

I cry out when his thumb presses on my clit harder, making me arch my back. The only other person that has given my pussy attention is me. It feels so different when someone else does it. “Wow, I really have been missing out.”

“Oh, you haven’t felt anything, yet.” He fists the material in his hand and yanks. A ripping sounds fills the room making me gasp when cold air hits my sensitivity. “Damn, you are beautiful. Do you know that? I’ve always found you gorgeous. More beautiful than any other woman I have ever seen.”

“You don’t have to compliment me. My pants are already off.”