He's the One by Jane Beckenham (ready to read books .TXT) 📗

more. She wanted to see Cade, just as he saw her. “Take your T-shirt off."

A broad grin lit his face. “Anything you command, sweetheart.” He dragged the T-shirt over his head, and Taylor held her breath.

Skin. Dark, tanned, hard and sprinkled with wiry hair that glistened an inky black under the glare of the incandescent bulb. Cade didn't disappoint.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'll think you want something."

"I do. I want to touch, too,” she whispered into his mouth.

"Go right ahead."

Again her voice sounded sultry. Sexy even. Taylor wondered where it had come from. Was she this woman all along, simply suppressed? Or was it Cade's doing?

She splayed her hands across his torso, feeling the rise and fall of his ribs and the thud of his heartbeat pounding beneath her fingertips. That simple action elicited a smile from Taylor. That Cade's heartbeat raced like her own delighted her.

Empowered, Taylor tugged gently at his curling hair, across his nipples, wondering at their darkened texture and color. She stole a tentative glance at Cade. Suddenly, she wasn't so sure. “Am I doing this wrong? I've..."

"Sweetheart, nothing you do could be wrong,” he answered in a voice laced heavy with desire. “Don't stop. You have my permission to take as long as you like, and then some."

Temptation proved too strong and her fingers began a dance across his skin. Everything was about the senses. The touch of his skin against hers, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his breath warm and teasing and the tiny groans she elicited from him as she found each pleasure spot.

She smiled, filled with joy that she could cause such rapture.

Then, there was taste. With her eyes locked on Cade's, Taylor wiped the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip, saw his gaze follow her every movement. Her vision blurred, a virulent heat coloring her cheeks as she focused on the thrust of his arousal.

AAA single drop of perspiration curled its way down Cade's chest. Taylor leaned forward.

She inhaled. He smelt so good.

Hot.

All male.

Hers.

The droplet inched its way down his abdomen—lower—until it circled the dip of his belly button.

It was hers. With the tip of her tongue, Taylor slaked over the droplet, licking it, tasting it, relishing it.

"Delicious."

A thick throaty moan of rapture ripped from Cade's throat. “Ain't that the truth."

Taylor smiled. Cade was definitely struggling for control. “This is better than chocolate,” she laughed, licking his skin. “It tastes salty, hot, and...” She purred and looked at him through the veil of her hair. “Very sexy."

"Enough! My turn.” Cade gripped her wrists and pulled her bodily against him, hooking one of her legs over his hip so that she was spread wide. With one hand cupping her bottom, his fingers kneaded her flesh. They were warm and teasing, inciting a need in Taylor so strong she thought she would burst.

The moment Cade's fingers grazed across her thong, feeling her wetness, her excitement spiraled and her eyelids fluttered closed. Cade's tantalizing touch was sending her to another world.

"Good?"

Taylor nodded. She couldn't speak. But, oh boy, she could feel. Backward and forwards Cade's fingers brushed her secret place, a place no other had ever touched. It felt so right, and that it was Cade somehow made it perfect. She lost all sense of time, every part of her centered on one spot.

"I didn't know...” she moaned as the pleasure intensified."

"Know what, sweetheart?"

"That it could be so...” Her mind in a hypnotic haze of lust and need, Taylor struggled to find the right word. Any word. Then, she knew exactly what it was. How it was. “Exquisite."

"It only gets better,” Cade informed her.

And it did. His lips trailed down her neck, dotting butterfly kisses that were so gentle, yet sexier and teasing than anything she had ever experienced.

Then he slipped a finger beneath the thin sheath and glided it across her moist core.

Taylor's breath stalled in her throat and her eyes flashed open, speared by Cade's dark, heat-fuelled stare. Her stomach clenched and a strangled gasp rent the air.

Her sound.

Cade instantly stilled and retreated. Taylor went to speak, a silent plea—don't stop—but Cade stepped back and the moment, the beautiful, delicious moment when her body hummed with need for him, his touch, his kisses, the way he played her bringing her alive, disintegrated.

And Taylor had never felt such a sense of abandonment.

With a face flushed and eyes hooded, Cade dragged a hand through his hair. But he couldn't dilute the desire she saw still mirrored in his narrowed gaze.

"Cover up, Taylor,” he bit out curtly.

"But..."

"Please.” He turned from her and stalked to the other side of the room. Half-dressed and vulnerable, an icy slither of sadness slid down Taylor's spine, her body suddenly frozen to the core.

Quickly, she hooked up her bra and dragged her dress back up, but as she went to pull the zip up, it snagged.

She yanked at it. And again. It wouldn't budge.

Cade stood a few feet away now, but the distance could have been miles, his expression clear that he was lost in his own world of recriminations. He didn't look at her.

"Cade?"

"Yes.” He sounded so weary. He turned to her, his expression guarded as he kept his gaze focused no lower than her face.

"I have a problem. My zip is stuck."

For a moment, he looked at her as if he didn't understand. Realization colored his darkened eyes. “Turn round,” he instructed sharply.

Hugging her hands across her chest Taylor did as she was told. And waited. For several long drawn out moments Cade didn't move, remaining silent.

Goosebumps skittered across her bare skin, and she shivered. “Cade?"

"I can't."

Taylor frowned. “Is it broken?” she questioned. “Blast, the dress is fairly new."

With a gentle tug, the zip slid up effortlessly, and Taylor turned to face Cade. She stood so close his body heat wrapped over her. She hugged her arms around herself tighter.

"Can't what? You've fixed the zip. Thank you."

A hint of a smile teased his hard face, then disappeared a second