Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters #2)(33)

“Ew.” I grimace and giggle, and I never giggle. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses the tip of my nose, my cheek, my chin, and then my lips.

And it is the best kiss ever. His mouth is pliant, his tongue slick and tangling with mine. I tighten my grip in his hair and he thrusts his cock against my belly again, making me moan. Making me want him inside me. He swallows the sound and pulls away, lifting up on his knees so he can grip the base of his cock and tease me with it, brushing the head against my clit, back and forth, bathing himself in the wetness that’s gathered there.

“It would be so easy to sink deep inside you. You’re so damn wet,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on the spot where our bodies touch. His words make me tingle all over, I swear. “I need to grab a condom or I’m gonna blow all over your pretty *.”

He talks like that and I should tell him to stop but I can’t. I love it too much. He’s so dirty and so incredibly comfortable with it. “You brought condoms?”

“I have a couple in my wallet.” He doesn’t look up from his task, his eyes still fixed on where he’s teasing me with his cock.

Now all I can think about is the many other women he must have had sex with. How many of them did he talk dirty to? How many earth-shattering orgasms has he given? Not that I really want to know. I’m sure Whitney has had more than her share.

Just the thought of him being with her, touching her … moving inside of her … fills me with an ugly, unfamiliar emotion.

Jealousy.

“Go get them, then,” I demand, earning a strange look from him before he crawls off the bed and goes to where he left his jeans on the floor, pulling out and digging through his wallet until he’s got two condoms clutched in his hand.

“We might need more,” he says as he stands over the bed, watching me. I let my gaze wander, taking inventory of every delicious inch of him.

“More?” I arch a brow, playing it cool, a little frightened at the thought of going at it with this intense man all night long. “I didn’t ask you to stay the night.”

“You didn’t ask me to do much of anything. You just got down on your knees and started playing with my dick pretty much the minute we walked through the door.” He arches a brow right back, resting his hands on his hips and managing to look indignant despite standing before me naked.

Well. He definitely doesn’t back down from a fight. In fact, when it comes to this man, I’m sure I’m in way over my head.

“You’re so crude,” I tell him, immediately feeling silly for saying it.

His eyes darken and he deposits the condoms on the bedside table. “I thought you liked it.”

I look away from him, wrapping my arms around myself, covering my breasts. “Maybe I don’t.” More like maybe I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have fallen to my knees like that. Shouldn’t have given in so easily. He probably thinks I’m a total slut. Every one of our encounters was trashy. Naked in a pool. Fingering me in a bathroom. Fucking around in a hotel room.

What in the world am I doing? And what must Caden think of me?

“Hey.” His voice is soft, like his touch when he gently places his fingers on my chin and turns my head so I have no choice but to look up at him. “If you want me to go, I’ll go.”

I study him, see the earnest look in his eyes, the concern there, too. That glimpse of humanity reassures me and I slowly shake my head. “I don’t want you to go,” I admit in a voice so soft I can barely hear it.

He caresses the side of my face and my eyelids waver. I love how sweetly he touches me. It’s a contradiction to his baser side, a contradiction I am desperately drawn to, despite my misgivings. “What do you want me to do?”

“Can we maybe just … lie together for a while? I need to, I don’t know, gather myself.”

His hand drops away from my face and I climb off the bed, bending over to pull the comforter and sheets back. Caden steps in close, his body heat warming me, his hand going to my butt so he can stroke me there. “You all right?”

I glance back at him. That’s the second time he’s asked me that and I can’t help but appreciate it. “I’m okay,” I tell him as I climb into bed.

Caden joins me, pulling me into his arms, and I don’t protest. I don’t usually like to cuddle but it feels nice, lying here in his arms, my arm slung over his flat stomach, my head pressed against his chest. I can hear the beating of his heart, feel it thump-thump-thumping against my ear, and I close my eyes. Lose myself to the sound of his breathing, the gentle rocking of his chest, the beat of his heart. He strokes my arm, up and down, his fingers as light as a butterfly’s wings, and I shiver. Move my head so my mouth is pressed against his chest and I kiss him there. Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Until I’m climbing on top of him without thought, straddling his hips, my legs draped over his thighs and my still aching sex pressed up against his cock. His big hands settle on my ass and he’s rubbing me there, holding me close. I prop my hands on his firm chest and our gazes clash, his full of longing and confusion.

“I thought you said …” he starts but I rest my fingers on his mouth, stopping him.

“No thinking allowed,” I murmur, removing my hand from his lips to reach toward the bedside table and grab one of the condoms. I don’t look away as I tear open the wrapper and remove the condom from within. I still don’t look away as he reaches for me, his hand going for my breast, his fingers stroking my nipple.