Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Without a word, he grabs my hand and tugs me toward his room. Just outside the door, he stops, turns, and looks down at me. His throat bobs, and his eyes shine with uncertainty. I can tell more now than ever that he isn’t used to this. Taking things slowly, asking before taking, or giving. The girls he’s used to aren’t anything like me, and they want one thing and one thing only.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispers softly.
Am I sure about this? I don’t know, but I worry if I turn around now, I may never get this chance again. I want this with Cage. He sees me, and I see him, the real him, the one no one else gets to see, and that means something, even if he doesn’t realize it yet.
“I want you,” I say, almost shyly. Cage’s eyes flicker with heat, and I know the words have set him ablaze. He wants this, wants me, has for a long time. I bet he never stopped wanting me even after I poured the beer on his head.
“There isn’t any rush, Blair,” he says, twisting the doorknob. He opens the door and motions for me to walk in. “We don’t have to do this. Sex can wait.”
I walk into the bedroom, and Cage shuts the door, closing us inside. He walks over to the bed and flicks the nightstand lamp on, illuminating the room with a soft glow.
“Who is to say I was coming in here for sex?” I try and lessen the embarrassment I’ve endured so far by playing coy.
As soon as my eyes adjust to the light, I peer around the room. It looks nothing like I expected it to. There isn’t any garbage, or clothes littered on the floor. It’s actually clean and smells like him, earthy with cinnamon. There’s a queen-size bed against the far wall with grey sheets and a matching dresser on the adjacent wall.
A TV is mounted to the wall above the dresser, and there’s another door, which I assume leads into a closet or bathroom. I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge of it, bouncing a few times. It feels soft, but firm like I could sink into it.
“Now that you’re done looking around the room like it’s an HGTV episode, tell me why else you would be coming into my room.”
I snort and decide to play dumb. “To cuddle?”
Cage stalks toward me, his eyes are hooded, and when he pierces me with his gaze, I shiver. The intensity in his green eyes steals the air from my lungs. Tipping my chin up with his finger, he forces me to look at only him.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Blair. Is this what you want? Do you want to give me that sweet cherry between your legs?”
Swallowing thickly, I try to come up with a response, but there aren’t words to convey how much I want this, so instead, I shut down my thoughts and rely on my actions. Reaching for the band of his boxers, I tug them down.
That’s all the incentive he needs before he’s on me, his hands in my hair, his lips on mine, sealing both our fates. Easing me back, he presses me into the mattress. I can feel every inch of his muscled body against mine, and I need to feel him skin to skin. Possessed with need, I push against his chest, wanting to put just enough space between us so that I can get rid of the shirt I’m wearing.
Pulling away, he breaks the kiss, and I let out a soft whimper of protest.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped on you like that...” he starts, but I shake my head, wanting to banish any worries from his mind.
“Stop. You did nothing wrong. I want to feel you, skin to skin,” I say while reaching for the hem of the shirt. I start to lift it up when Cage swats my hands away. A boyish wink is given, and then, he’s performing the job of removing my shirt. Up and over my head it goes, he throws it behind us, and it lands somewhere on the floor.
Drinking me in like I’m a fine wine, Cage’s eyes fill with a hunger I’m not sure I can sedate. My core tightens at the look he’s giving me, and my nipples harden.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you. I really don’t,” he whispers, and I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down on me.
His lips touch mine again, and it’s like a match has been lit. It’s like I am fire, and he is gasoline, and when we come together, we start a fire that will consume both of us.
Manic with need, he peppers kisses along my jaw and down my neck, dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh and alternating between sucking and nipping on the spot right above my throbbing pulse. He kisses me until I’m helpless and whimpering.