Brutally Beautiful(101)

Taking my purchases into his master bathroom, I sealed my lips shut. The last thing I wanted was to see Kade hurt, and the last thing I wanted was Kade in trouble, and honestly, the very last thing I wanted was to leave him. I would have loved to see where this thing between us was going, because I had never felt this drawn to a person before. However, I had no choice.

With trembling fingers, I emptied my boxes of hair dye onto the counter and took a deep breath. I had never been a blonde before. Lifting my shirt over my arms and head, unclasping my bra and sliding off my jeans, I stayed in only underwear, not wanting to dye what little clothing I had left.

“What’s the natural color of your hair?” Kade’s husky voice whispered from the door. He stood shirtless and clean-shaven, both hands resting on the top of the doorframe, pained eyes fixed on mine. Dropping his hands heavily to his sides, the pale yellow decorative globes above the mirror danced dark shadows over the tense flushed skin of his face. His body was hard and strained, muscles tightened and hummed just under his smooth ridged skin.

“Dark reddish brown. Like copper,” I whispered.

The soft bristle of the metallic teeth of his zipper took my gaze away from his eyes. Sliding his hand inside the unzipped denim, he slowly tugged out his thick erection, and stroked it.

Warmth pooled low in my belly, twisting into an ache and heavy wet heat between my thighs. My mouth flooded with moisture as I watched his hands move and his expression darken.

One thick hand clutched the base of his cock as the other slid along the top of his shaft, circled around the head and slid back down in slow deliberate strokes. I could hear his breathing change, almost thicken, as his eyes took me in and his body gave in to the sensations of his own hands.

My God, he was glorious to look at.

So glorious that my hands moved all on their own across my hips and right into the cotton fabric of my panties, trying to feed some of the ache. As soon as my fingers touched my damp flesh, I shuddered and lost myself in his slow even movements, matching them. What choices did I have, when the man standing before me touching himself, pleasuring himself at just the presence of me standing there? He was a fierce potent arousal.

“Take them off. I want to watch,” he whispered hoarsely.

Wet fingertips slipped under the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, then flicking them into Kade’s chest. My cheeks burned from his attention, but the rest of my body reveled in it, at how open and dirty it was. Pulling myself up onto the counter, I spread my knees wide and pressed my fingers into myself as he watched with eyes wide. Hearing the gasp and heaviness of his breathing, my thighs trembled with delicious anticipation and my hips began moving in a circular motion to meet the thrusts of my fingers.

Kade groaned softly, lips twitched in the faintest of smiles, as he continued to rub himself in long, hard, sensual strokes.

My free hand slid up my chest and captured a nipple in between my fingers, squeezing it tightly. Never in my life had I done this, never had I been so confident sexually, so sure. My own breaths struggled in my airways, speeding up with the surge of pleasure that my own fingers teased a delicious tension in between my legs and along the surface of the hardened flesh of my nipples.

Then he was moving.

A small gasp caught in my throat as he closed the distance between us, leaning the heat of his body against mine. The smell of him, the salty taste of his skin, and the warmth of his breath on my neck was pure sex, mixed with violent possessive need. Right there, then, that feeling should have terrified the hell out of me.

“I’m not letting you go,” he croaked, quickening his strokes, pushing the head of his cock along the slickness of my fingers that continued to move deep inside my warmth.