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

"Wait.” Taylor pulled back and put a hand on his warm chest.

Cade's brow creased and a glistening bead of sweat trickled down the side of his forehead. She wanted to lick it, but resisted.

"You think I can wait much more, baby? You don't realize how tempting you are, how you've stirred my blood passed boiling point."

"I want to touch you."

"I'll go over the edge."

"Just once,” she said, surprised at her own temerity.

"That's all it will take.” But Cade acquiesced and lay back, hands hooked beneath his head, watching her every move.

Suddenly, Taylor wasn't so sure.

"You don't have to do this,” he said, offering her a way out.

Oh, yes, she did. “It's my turn. Fair's fair."

"Sweetheart, I don't think anything is fair here. You've got me so wound up I'm ready to explode."

Biting her bottom lip, Taylor tentatively reached for him. She held his penis in her hand, felt his hardness, the ribbed veins engorged with blood and the slick sheen at its tip. She brushed the tip with the pad of her thumb, eliciting a violent shudder rippling through Cade. He squeezed his eyes shut and stiffened, obviously struggling for control. Taylor grinned. It was nice to see she could affect him. “Poor baby,” she purred caressing his length.

"No more words. Time for action.” Cade's broad hands spanned her hips, and he rolled her onto her back, his body lining her length. She cradled him between her parted legs, reveling in his hardness, so close to her.

But she wanted him much closer.

He cupped one breast, his mouth quickly covering the sensitive bud and sucked, his tongue swirling in circles before he moved to the other breast.

Taylor let out a deep and contented mewling sigh. This was definitely heaven.

While Cade tended her body, doing deliciously enticing things, she too took her pleasure of him, her hands traveling their own path down his back, feeling his muscles beneath her fingertips, his buttocks, cupping his testicles.

Cade groaned and pulled back a fraction. He reached to the bedside table and grabbed the box of condoms. She hadn't even noticed him putting them there. So much for protection.

She'd been too busy watching him undress, too hot with wanting to think about safety. Where were her brains?

Expertly, Cade sheathed the condom on and positioned himself, the tip of him edging her center. He looked into her eyes, holding her gaze. “Thank you."

Taylor frowned, confused by his words. “For what?"

"For this. This is a great honor, Taylor Sullivan,” he said. Then, he was inside her. Slow—inch by long, hard inch of him. He kissed her, taking her gasp with his beautiful mouth as he pushed further, breaking past nature's barrier, stilling momentarily, desire-filled eyes asking a silent question.

"Go on. Please don't stop, Cade."

He filled her to the hilt. All of him. Hard. Powerful—and totally wonderful.

With sure and precise movements, breathing a staccato rasp as he increased their rhythm, Taylor held onto him, legs wrapped around his hips, her hands cupping his head, bringing it down to her.

"I want to kiss you. Over and over,” she whispered as he built the tempo. But she couldn't think. Could only feel. Feel him inside her, so deep and gloriously full.

A drawn out mewling sound echoed around them. Her sound.

"That's it, sweetheart, go with me,” Cade breathed into her ear. His lips found her breast again, sucking, taking her to places she never knew existed, until time meant nothing and she spiraled over the precipice, shuddering her release with Cade holding her tightly, kissing her with a fierce need as he, too, exploded into her.

Chapter Nine

A soporific lethargy inched its way through Taylor as the first rays of daybreak slipped over the horizon and into Cade's bedroom.

Her eyes fluttered open and a hazy, all-is-well-with-the-world sort of smile curved at the corners of her mouth. She snuggled closer to Cade, reveling in his closeness, the feel of his warm body wrapped so intimately with hers.

She'd lain wrapped in his arms as, finally, the overdose of pleasure took its toll and, exhausted, had fallen asleep. Now, facing the beginnings of a brand new day, one hand tucked under her head, the other holding Cade's big strong hand in hers she watched him sleep. Even in sleep he cupped her breasts. They were still tender.

Too much loving, she purred silently, unable to stem the flush that heated her cheeks.

No, never too much loving. Last night Cade had teased every part of her awake, filled her with a want she had no way of controlling.

And this morning, as she listened to his gentle and regular breathing, she wriggled closer, enjoying the erotic sensation his bare skin against hers offered.

Little wonder, that after their action-filled night, she had lost count sometime after her third orgasm.

Orgasm. Even the word sounded exotic and pleasure-filled.

And so it was. Cade had given her so much pleasure.

Just thinking about it sent a tingle of shivery heat to that very part of her he'd treated with such reverence. With his fingers, his tongue, himself.

So what now?

Taylor jolted at the thought, and Cade's hold on her tightened instinctively, his beautiful mouth nuzzling her neck and eliciting a fresh wave of goose bumps down her spine. Letting her eyes close, she tried to hold onto every fragment of this moment. His touches, the feelings that threatened to overpower her and send her over the edge with wanting. Knowing that even in sleep Cade desired her, his arousal a blatant wake up to exactly the effect she had on him.

Taylor smiled. She didn't want to have to think about reality. This dream, their fantasy was far better to wake up to.

But the dream was over.

She'd said once. And once, well, that was gone. Now what? What did she want? She didn't know the answer to that. Didn't trust herself to think about it. Besides, didn't trusting herself have a way of distorting reality? Guilt was an insidious thing, never leaving her alone.

Not wanting to wake Cade,