Begin Again (Again #1)(66)

Kaden gave a surprised sound and froze for a second, as if he hadn’t expected this. Then he placed his hands on my back gently, as if I could break if he pressed too hard—and returned the kiss.

It was a slow, intimate kiss, and a tingling sensation traveled the whole length of my body, from my scalp to my toes.

Cautiously he pushed his tongue into my mouth and touched mine. I sighed. I needed more, much more. It felt like I’d wanted him forever—and now we would complete what we had started so long ago.

I pushed my hands under Kaden’s shirt. He froze. His breath was heavy as he said, his lips still on mine, “I don’t know if now is-”

“If you complete that sentence I’ll hurt you,” I murmured back, and ran my fingers down his spine.

He drew a rushing breath and closed his eyes.

“You’re always telling me not to think so much. And I can tell you now that thinking is the last thing on my mind.”

I kissed his neck and nibbled on his skin until he shuddered.

“I’m crazy about you, too, Kaden,” I whispered. “Whatever’s in my past, or your past. That doesn’t change anything.”

I looked up, straight into his hungry eyes. And then his self-control was gone. He pressed me close until I couldn’t breathe, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. Then he lifted me up as if I were light as a feather, and my legs wrapped themselves around his hips.

His mouth found mine again and our kiss deepened. More intimate. This time he didn’t hold back.

He carried me through the room and stopped at the bed. I loosened my legs from around his waist, and Kaden let me slide down until I stood before him. His eyes were blazing with desire. I looked at him. A shiver ran down my spine. He let his hands wander up from my hips, under my shirt. I groaned as his fingers finally touched my naked skin. Kaden raised my shirt, and I lifted my arms so he could pull it over my head. He tossed it behind him and reached for my bra, which he opened with one quick motion. Kaden was still looking into my eyes and hadn’t even glanced at my body.

I could see how much he wanted me. And I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone before.

Trembling, I breathed in as he now let his eyes wander over me. Kaden bowed his head and leaned toward me. His breath swept over my neck, and all my nerve endings were electrified when his lips touched my skin. He kissed me, again and again, sliding his tongue over me.

“You are wonderful,” he whispered roughly. “So beautiful.”

He slid further down, kissed and nibbled on the sensitive skin of my breasts. When he placed his lips on my nipples, I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. He sucked on me, and I let out a moan like never before.

Kaden’s hand ran down my back until he reached my bottom. He grabbed me there while circling his tongue around my nipple.

I buried my hands in Kaden’s hair as he bent over me, his lips gliding downward. He stopped at the waist of my jeans, opened the button with skillful fingers and pushed them down to my ankles. I kicked them off.

Kaden looked up at me through his dark, thick eyelashes. His breathing was as fast as mine. Never before in my life had I felt so wanted.

“You’re wearing too much,” I panted and tugged at his collar. A half-smile spread across his face. He rose, without taking his eyes off me. Then he pulled his shirt over his head in one flowing motion.

My eyes devoured his perfect abs and followed the trail of little hairs that wandered downward from his navel. When I discovered the bulge in his pants, I caught my breath.

“Do you have any idea how often I’ve thought of you at night?” he whispered. Slowly, unbearably slowly, he reached down, opened his button and peeled off his jeans. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you in my apartment, in those damned shorts.”

Unable to speak, I hoped my kiss would say it all. Kaden put his hands on my waist and lifted me up. A second later I was lying on the bed with Kaden on top of me, his arms to either side of my head and his legs between mine. I threw my legs around Kaden’s hips and pushed up against him. Feeling his hard arousal, I trembled.

Kaden took his time—he stroked me, kissed, sucked, and licked every inch of my skin.

“Oh God,” I sighed.

Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I raised my head. Kaden looked up at me with dark caramel eyes.

“Are you sure, Allie?” His voice was deep and raw.

“I’m not a virgin,” I whispered.

“That’s not what I’m asking.” He tugged at the waistband of my panties. Then he sat back, put his hands around my hips and lifted me into his lap. I panted and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I want to know if you’re sure about this. Just because it’s not your first time, doesn’t make it less important.”

This was important for Kaden as much as for me. He trusted me. I trusted him. So there was only one possible answer to his question.

I stroked his hair. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m sure. I want this. And I trust you.”

It was enough for him. In one sweeping motion he laid me back on the bed and pulled my panties off. His fingers stroked my inner thighs, then he pushed them apart, and a second later I felt his warm mouth right at my very center.

Kaden’s tongue swirled lightly around my most sensitive spot, and I gasped. With one hand I clawed at the blanket, with the other I held on to Kaden’s hair, while he took my breath away with his mouth.