Broken(71)

Her shoulders shook involuntarily. There was no turning back after this point, and she didn’t want there to be. “Yes.” Her voice came out as a breathy whisper. Jocelyn kept her gaze locked on Cade’s rough hewn features. In her heart, she knew she could trust him, and he’d make this a pleasing experience for her. There was no need to be afraid.

She raised her hips as he tugged off her skirt and slowly peeled off her panty hose. As he worked on removing her panties, she shrugged out of the blouse. Once she lay bare beneath his intense blue gaze, Jocelyn suddenly grew self-conscious, but she resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts.

He ran a palm across her belly. “Mmm, I don’t know where to begin. How about I start here?” he murmured, settling himself beside her. He moved down the bed until his head was level with her waist. Lowering his head, Cade pressed a kiss against her belly. His tongue darted forward to tease her navel, licking and circling it.

Jocelyn grasped his shoulder, squeezing it as a fluttering of wicked delight flowed within the pit of her stomach and slowly made its way through her entire body. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She remembered how good it had been in Cade’s arms, making love with him, but somehow this seemed more intense, her emotions seemed more in tune with his.

Cade took his time nibbling and exploring the skin around her mid-section, seeming to be in no rush to move on. He was driving her wild as he caressed her with such reverence tears sprang to her eyes. A range of emotions filled her, joy, love, and lust featuring prominently among them.

When he moved lower, and gently nudged her legs apart, she stiffened.

He raised his head, brows knitted together “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She nodded, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

“If you don’t want me to continue, we can stop this right now.”

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered. “I want you. I want this.”

He frowned, concern and uncertainty etching his face. “If you’re sure…”

“I am. Please.” She closed her eyes briefly. Relax. This is the man you love. You owe this to him but most of all to yourself. Despite being aroused and knowing she could trust Cade, in a tiny corner in her mind, the fear threatened to rear its head. No! The last time anyone had touched her there, it hadn’t been an act of sex or love. It was violence, pure and simple. They had taken from her what was only her right to give, but not this time. This time, it was her choice.

And, it was love.

That very thought gave her the strength to relax. Slowly, the tension eased out of her muscles, allowing Jocelyn to open her eyes again. A smile pulled the corners of her lips up as she stared into the eyes of her beloved Cade. This was right and meant to be. Why had she been fighting so hard when it seemed as if she and this man had always belonged together?

She grazed his jaw with the back of her hand. “I’m all right, Cade. Please don’t stop.”

He searched her face as though looking for some kind of clue, until finally he returned her smile. “I love you.”

“I love you. Make love to me.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to ask me twice, sweetheart, but first, I’d like to get reacquainted with this pretty little body of yours.” Cade repositioned himself until he rested between her legs. Brushing the tight nest of curls between her legs, he kissed her inner thighs.

A spasm of pure ecstasy slammed through her body. He’d barely touched her and already she felt as if she’d explode. How on earth would she make it through this without going insane with passion? She pressed her lips together to hold back the cry hovering in her throat.