I wonder if I can show him how irresistible he is to me. I take one hand and trail it over his hipbone, dragging a nail over the line that cuts just below where his abs start. Moving up the trail of hair toward his abdomen, I splay my hand over his stomach, feeling all the lines and ridges there.
When I glance up at him, his hooded eyes are locked on my hand. As he catches me watching him, his eyes soften and he brushes the pad of his thumb over my cheek. “You look so fucking pretty like this, Willa.”
I groan and my lashes flutter as I feel a surge of wetness between my thighs.
“A mouth full of my cock.” He guides my head in a rhythm he likes, and I remove my palm from his base, opting to explore his body. He seems to like that, and more than anything, I want to make him feel good.
I want him to want more.
“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?”
I stare up at him and nod, sucking him even harder.
“That’s why you’ve spent every single day here under my roof, driving me absolutely insane. Teasing me with that perfect ass, those goddamn nipples, and your silky hair. Even your laugh makes me hard. Did you know that?”
I moan, loving hearing that I drive him crazy. Gliding my hands over his ribs, I slide them behind him and trail over his muscular ass the way I’ve wanted to for a long time.
I squeeze and he picks up the pace, fingers gripping my scalp as his palms cover my ears. A soothing white noise fills my head, and I stare up at him, turning myself over to the wild look in his dark eyes.
He said he was going to fuck my mouth, and that’s what he does. I hold on for the ride, but it doesn’t last long. Soon his thrusts turn longer and harder, rather than fast and frantic. His pinched eyes remain laser-focused on mine.
“Willa, I’m going to . . .” He huffs out a breath as he trails off, trying to pull away from me. Trying to pull out. But I yank him closer, stretch my neck and give him a little shake of my head as I widen my eyes at him.
His mouth pops open, ever so slightly, and I watch the tip of his tongue dart out over his lips. “Fuck.”
And then I get to watch him come apart. Watch him give in. And it feels like winning.
His cock jerks and pulses in my mouth, and I swallow as it does. I keep my eyes on his face, even when his flutter shut. Even when his hands go soft in my hair and switch from gripping to stroking. To gentle touches.
When his eyes flick open again, I draw away, feeling him soften and hearing his breathing even out.
“Christ, Willa,” he breathes as he pulls his pants back up and I wipe at my lips.
He crouches down, lifting me up with him, and crushes his mouth against mine, clearly not caring about where it’s been. Because the kiss is searing. Heartfelt. His lips are soft against mine, and when I tangle my hands behind his neck, I can feel a damp layer of perspiration.
He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against my lips.
“You don’t need to apologize for that. I think I had almost as good of a time as you.” I chuckle quietly, feeling his breath against my damp lips.
His forehead rolls along mine. “No. I’m sorry I let you go out tonight.”
My eyes roll, but neither of us moves. Still standing out in the open on the front porch. Still trailing our hands over each other. “You don’t let me do anything, Eaton.” I arch a brow at him, and he pulls me into a hug, his steely arms wrapping me up tight.
And it feels so damn good.
“I’m sorry I didn’t beg you to come home with me.”
I nuzzle against him, thriving on that specific type of apology. “You do beg well,” I joke.
He turns his head and presses a kiss into the crook of my neck. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Welcome to my life,” I joke again, trying to lighten the mood or just quell the slight pang of discomfort.
Cade squeezes me tighter and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cross this line with you. That I wouldn’t complicate things. That I wouldn’t tangle us up like this when you’re leaving so soon.”
A pit forms in the bottom of my stomach, and insecurities leap like fish out of water, because standing in his arms doesn’t feel cozy. It feels like a cage. It feels like an apology. And all my walls shoot back up. I felt like a goddess two minutes ago, and now, there’s a sense of dread creeping in.
I pull away, giving him a flat smile and sort of patting at his shoulders. “Well, let’s just not complicate it.”