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

hands threading through her hair. His kisses sent her head spinning and fired every nerve cell. Seeing the depth of Cade's desire for her fuelled her confidence.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're hot.” Cade flicked the clasp on her bra, and her breasts heavy with need, aching for his touch, fell from their miniscule lacy cloak into his hands.

It felt so very good. So hot. Every sensation escalating. He pulled her closer, her hips connecting with his, his arousal potent, teasing.

Cade sure was pure temptation in a hundred percent sexy package.

She dropped a hand from around his neck and found what she was looking for. Rock hard beneath her fingertips, she brushed the head of his penis through his jeans.

Cade sucked back a breath.

She smiled. “You like?"

"You want an answer? I can barely think, sweetheart."

Walking her backwards towards the bed, he lowered her down. But he didn't follow. Instead, he stood there, his breathing coming in shallow puffs, his hands poised on his hips as if he was some swashbuckling pirate about to plunder his captive.

One brow arched, his grin lopsided and quirky and just so damned sexy. “Do you always wear such sexy underwear?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"The outside is prim and proper; the inside is definitely a treat."

"No one knows what I wear beneath my suits. It's my secret."

"Not any more,” Cade drawled. The tip of his tongue wiped along his bottom lip, a slow and provocative action. Taylor followed, imitating him. She could still taste him, taste her.

"Every time I see you, I'll know what you're wearing underneath. Imagine it covering your breasts, wondering if you've a thong or panties on."

"And the garter?” she teased.

"That's a bonus. Garter and stockings, lace and silky underwear can turn a man to jelly."

"How about you? Are you jelly?"

"Not all of me,” he said. “Do you always wear them?"

"Always.” And she smiled up at him, winking.

"Pleased to hear it.” He stepped between her legs, edging them wider, and knelt .

Hot swirls of heat coiled in Taylor's center, every fiber aware of him, tensing, wanting his touch.

He didn't disappoint and lightly trailed the back of his hand along an inner thigh.

A rippling sigh escaped Taylor's parted lips. “This is heaven."

"Honey, we haven't even started yet.” Leaning forward he blew a soft funnel of warm, tickling breath along her thigh.

Taylor tensed, then her body arched and when she felt she some ounce of control, she looked at Cade. His gaze was directed right at her very center.

Oh, dear heaven.

And it was. This was heaven, and even hell, all joined into one pulsating, sensual moment. A moment when she wanted it all, but wasn't sure she could take much more pleasure that Cade gave.

Pin pricks of heat dotted her cheeks and her nipples hardened with an aching want. He was looking right at her—there. Suddenly, embarrassment overtook and she reached down to cover herself, but Cade clasped her hand in his.

"Don't."

Her mouth parted, but no sound came. Besides, what did she want to say? She couldn't remember a word.

"You're beautiful. Everywhere."

Taylor's eyes fluttered closed, then jerked open as he slid teasing fingers slid beneath the lacy edge of one stocking. Backwards and forwards he caressed, urging her higher, to a need so great, her skin so tight she felt she would explode.

This was a different world for Taylor. A world of heightened sensory exploration. Her hand fell away, but Cade's remained and he began a gentle quest, brushing from her wet center across her clitoris and back. Over and over.

"I can't ... no more,” she whispered as her belly clinched and the spiral of need for release inside her coiled ever tighter.

"Yes, baby, more. Until you come for me. Let it go."

She squeezed her eyes shut. Tighter. Tighter. Then his fingers entered her, slicked by her wetness. It was the very thing that tipped Taylor over the edge, the sound of him sliding in and out, his thumb brushing over her nub, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure.

"More. I want more,” she demanded. In some half world, Taylor was aware her voice was soft and pleading. It matched exactly how she felt inside, immediate and compelling. Her head thrashed from side to side, lights danced behind her eyes, her body sheathed in a fine silken layer of perspiration. But it was what Cade did to her that she centered on, willed him to bring her to an unknown end.

"Told you so.” He leant down and blew a soft draught right onto her center.

"Cade!” She screamed his name and he repeated the teasing action. Once, twice, and whispering words of encouragement.

Taylor couldn't hold back. Her body spasmed and arched as her orgasm flowed to Cade's teasing fingers, ecstasy coursing through every part of her as her body tensed one last momentous time and she fell back lost in a new and wonderful world.

"Taylor?” Cade bent down and kissed her core, eliciting another violent shudder. Her muscles contracted.

Her eyes fluttered open. “No more. I can't.” She didn't think she could survive any more. “That was...” How could she describe what he had done to her? She tried. “It was beautiful, wonderful, oh wow,” and a ripple of laughter burst from her lips.

Cade smiled as he pulled himself upright. “Glad you liked it. It's just the beginning.” He dropped his hands to his belt buckle and, in what must have been record time, removed his jeans.

Taylor watched him every delicious second, marveling at his strong legs, the muscular thighs that had held her captive by the car. Her gaze traveled his length, wondering what he would taste like, with skin so different in texture from hers. She licked her lips. She wanted to find out.

He was big. Huge.

Taylor's eyes widened as he kicked his boxer shorts off. His erection stood proud. Ready. Her mouth went completely dry and her tongue slid over dry lips, palms suddenly sweaty while butterflies revved up the tango in her belly. Her thighs clenched in natural anticipation.

Easing his powerful frame onto the bed,