Broken(45)

The lazy smile returned. “You’re not wearing a bra. You have perfect breasts, Jos. Made just for me. Even better than I imagined them.” His thumb grazed one hardened tip.

“Oh, Cade.”

“Say that again.”

“Cade.”

“I love it when you say my name.” He lowered his head to take the nipple he’d just caressed into his mouth.

Jocelyn writhed beneath the insistent pressure of his mouth. Arching her back, she offered more of herself to his questing tongue and lips. Cade licked and laved the puckered tip, circling it with his tongue. “Mmm, you’re delicious,” he murmured before transferring his attention to her other nipple.

A fire burned through her very core, threatening to consume them both. A pool of moisture soaked the inside of her thighs. She wanted him so badly she thought she’d go insane with lust. Frantic to feel his naked skin against hers, Jocelyn grasped a fistful of his shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his jeans.

The feel of his flesh beneath her fingertips sent a thrill racing through her but she wanted more. Needed it. Craved it. Cade obviously had other plans for her as well. Releasing her nipple with a decisive wet pop, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her hips, discarding them along with her shoes, leaving only her panties.

Though he was the first man to ever see her in this state of undress, she wasn’t ashamed of her nudity. With Cade it felt natural.

“God, you’re beautiful. And you’re mine. All mine.” Cade traced a line in the center of her body starting between her breasts to her navel.

None of her wildest fantasies could have prepared her for such a turbulent bolt of desire surfing along every single nerve of her body, sending her to the edge of sensory overload.

The things Cade was doing to her were the things she’d only read in romance books. Not until this moment did she understand what those women were going through. Instinctively, she opened her legs to him when he removed the barrier of her panties.

Seeming to be in no rush, Cade grasped her ankle and kissed his way up her calf, then her knees all the way to her inner thigh, stopping short of her damp heat. He raised his head to meet her gaze. “You’re already wet and ready for me. Tell me you want this as much as I do.” To compound his point, he lapped at the moisture on her inner thighs, sending a rush of pure intoxicating delight to her very core.

“You know I do. I haven’t stopped you, have I?”

“It’s not enough. I want to hear you say the words.” His gruff plea penetrated her heart, and Jocelyn realized not only how much she wanted him but loved him. Maybe she always had, but because of their age difference she’d tried to push the thoughts away. Perhaps some people would say he was too young for her despite their only being three years apart but even if they did, it didn’t matter. What did matter was how they felt for each other. Besides, how could anything which felt so right, be wrong?

“I want you, Cade. More than you could know. Please make love to me.”

“You have no worry about that, baby, because that’s exactly what I intend to do, but first I’m going to taste you.”

Jocelyn watched with eager anticipation as Cade lowered his head to press one deep, lingering kiss against her slick folds. She bit her bottom lip to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape. Using his middle finger, he parted her labia and eased it into her damp heat.

She gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion, but her surprise was quickly replaced by a wild fluttering of excitement. “Cade.” Her voice came out in a ragged whisper.

He captured her blood-engorged clit with his teeth, biting down with carefully calculated pressure, making her cry out at the delicious sensation it caused. Cade nibbled it for several seconds before sucking it fully into his mouth.