I’d be crazy to turn her down. Certifiable.
I herded the three brain cells I had left not focused on her lips wrapped around my most favorite appendage and willed myself into action. Grabbing her shoulders, I stopped the exploration she was about to make with that fantastic mouth. A more prominent part of my brain promised I’d kick my own ass for this later. But I couldn’t let her go down on me if she had a hang-up about her body. If I had my way, I’d be seeing every inch of it soon, and repeatedly.
“Say yes.” My temptress tried again, this time licking my bottom lip seductively. “I want to taste you.”
Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her hard. What can I say, I was weak for this girl. Her fingertips grazed the zipper of my jeans and by superhuman strength I was able to pull her hands away. I locked them behind her back and turned her on my lap so that she faced forward. My cock was now cushioned by her ass, which wasn’t helping in the concentration department, but I would persevere.
Over her shoulder, I studied our reflections in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall across from the bed. A very sexy Tasha sat, knees curled, her blond hair mussed from my fingers. Her eyes were wide as if she’d already figured out my plan. Those amazing breasts lifted and dropped, pushed out farther since I held her wrists behind her.
Against the shell of her ear, I whispered each word slowly so I didn’t stumble. “What don’t you want me to see?”
I flattened my free hand over her stomach, felt smooth muscle beneath baby-soft skin. Then I tracked my palm up to her breast. Her lips parted as she pulled in a breath. Her heart pounded against my hand. I swept my thumb over her nipple through her bra, and she backed her ass against my cock.
My hips thrust forward, and I clenched my teeth. Sucking in a steadying breath, I let her wrists go. “Show me.”
She stood from my lap and whirled to face me, her cheeks a hectic color of pink. “I’m not perfect.”
Yes, you are.
“I have no idea who you’ll compare me to when you see my body. I’m sure you have seen a lot of naked women before me.”
None as beautiful, though. Or half as interesting. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her over so that she was standing between my spread legs.
“The last girl you had in bed could have been a supermodel”—she gasped as I flipped open the stud of her jeans—“or…or…” She trailed off as I snicked the zipper down, one tooth at a time.
“I’m, um, I like to eat bread,” she continued inanely. “Sometimes I skip the gym.”
She gasped when I dragged one fingertip along the edge of her panties. Red lace. Jackpot.
“Go on.” I wasn’t a priest, but I’d gladly hear her sins.
“I’m just warning you, in case—”
I pressed a kiss just under her belly button.
Her hands in my hair, she sighed my name.
Ah, there we go. Now that I had her complete attention, I turned her to face the mirror again. I stripped the jeans from her hips while she watched my reflection warily. No way was she leaving this room believing she was flawed in some way or that I was mentally rating her subpar. Stupidest thing I’d ever heard. I’d wanted this girl for months. I wasn’t letting her ruin it.
I kissed the flare of one hip bone, lifted her leg to remove one of her shoes. I repeated the motion on the other side and then lowered her jeans to the floor. She gingerly stepped out of them, her hands clasped in front of her.
“Take your shirt off,” I instructed as I ran my tongue along the small of her back.
She hesitated momentarily. I nodded at her reflection in the mirror. Once she’d cast the shirt aside, I was staring at a red lace bra and blond hair falling over delicate shoulders. My dick pounded mercilessly against my fly.
I took her hands in mine and spread her arms, stroking her sides as we both watched in the mirror. No, as I watched. She’d shut her eyes.
“Is it bad?” she whispered, sounding serious.
“Fuck, no,” came my gravelly response. I turned her with my palms and she looked down at me, real worry swimming in her eyes.
“Tell me the truth.”
Since I was invited, I took a leisurely inventory of her body. I saw nothing but gorgeous skin tempting me in every imaginable way. I drew a circle around one of her nipples through the lace of her bra. She closed her hands over my wrist.
“Who made you feel this wuh-way?” I growled. Someone. But I didn’t need to ask, I knew. Anger vibrated down my spine.
“Doesn’t matter.” She shook her head.
“Who?” I repeated, practically shouting.
“Tony, okay?”
Tony. That motherfucker.
“Not okay,” I said between my teeth.
“He’s incredibly…vocal about what he doesn’t like.”
I’d excuse myself to murder him, but I didn’t know a good lawyer I could trust with my defense. I pulled in a shaky breath to steady myself. The battle would be better fought here with Tasha. I refused to let her jagoff ex-boyfriend interrupt this moment between us.
The moment I showed her how beautiful she was.
Chapter Thirteen
Tasha
“C-come here.” Cade’s smile held a note of sweetness but the intensity in his eyes remained. I lowered to his lap and he angled me to face the mirror. He rewarded my obedience by pushing my hair over my shoulder and kissing the side of my neck.
“I’m gonna show you.” He flicked the clasp of my bra and slid the straps down my arms. I went rigid as he coaxed the garment off my shoulders, baring my breasts. “W-what I think of you.”
He revealed my breasts, and I waited for his assessment. According to Tony, my areolas were too large, which I understood was an opinion, but he’d also pointed out that one of my breasts was larger than the other, and that was an indisputable fact.
But Cade didn’t seem to be checking for flaws. Quite the opposite. He hummed in the back of his throat, the sound almost reverent as he studied my breasts like an art appraiser at a museum.
“All done?” I shakily moved to cover my breasts, but he drew my wrists behind my back once again. Securing them with one hand, he used to the other to slide up the front of my body. He rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, his dark eyes wicked with intent.
He nipped my earlobe as my flesh puckered and warmth pooled in my belly and then lower, until I was slick with need. He slid his fingers into my panties, stroking the wet flesh between my legs. I let out a moan as my eyes sank shut.
“Look,” he rumbled into my ear.
“No.” I squeezed my eyes tighter. Behind the blessed darkness I enjoyed the feel of his fingers.
“Tah-tasha,” he insisted. “Look.”
And because he was willing to try my name, willing to attempt speaking and enduring his own form of embarrassment, I obeyed. I opened my eyes, my gaze clashing with his before tracking down to his hand in my panties. The outline of his wide palm circled beneath the red lace, which led up to a muscular forearm and then a rounded shoulder hidden beneath the sleeve of a really inconvenient T-shirt.
He let go of my wrists to roll my panties off my legs. Two broad hands clamped onto my thighs and drew my legs open. He hooked one of my knees over his, opening me to his exploration. My breathing was hectic, my mind a blur, as he slipped a finger inside me and then smoothed the tip over my clit. My mouth dropped open as heat engulfed me, shimmering along my spine and tightening my nipples into stiff peaks. His slick touch was exquisite, and I nearly toppled off his lap in a heap of pleasure. I braced his thighs, anchoring myself to his lap, unable to look away.