“T-Tash.” Instead of speaking, Cade tapped my forehead with his index finger.
He rarely said my name. I think it was the T, which sometimes gave him trouble. But I liked hearing him try.
“Yes?” I decided to play dumb. I guessed he’d given me that head tap because my thoughts had wandered out of this bedroom and into Tony’s. Well, Cade might not know where my thoughts had wandered to, but he knew they weren’t here with him.
“L-leaving the light on.”
“Then I’m leaving my shirt on,” I said sweetly.
Darkness swept into his eyes, telling me he wasn’t going to let me talk him out of what he wanted. My heart fluttered with anticipation and fear. I wanted him in control, but I didn’t want him to see my imperfections.
“Take it off.” He brushed my lips with the pad of his thumb.
Chills sprang to my arms and the back of my neck at the command. His mouth came closer and my nipples tightened.
“Why no light?” he asked, his eyes trained on mine.
I licked my lips, nervous now. “You won’t like what you see.”
He stayed silent, but I wasn’t giving in. Flattening both palms against his solid chest, I met his scowl with one of my own. I needed to get him to forget this whole lamp thing. Distract him…
I knew what to do.
“How about I kiss you again?” I purred against his mouth. Then I whispered, “This time below the waist.”
Cade
I hauled her closer to my mouth, my lips owning hers as I silently answered yes, yes, yes. Her mouth moved to my throat and her hands went to my shirt.
Some rational, cock-blocking part of my brain pushed a single coherent thought to the front that I didn’t like at all.
She’s distracting you.
I gathered the three brain cells I had left, now that the idea of Tasha’s lips wrapped around my dick had introduced itself, and tried to fucking focus.
Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled away from her fantastic mouth. She was trying to deter me with the promise of going down on me, and I have to say, I was fighting damn hard to keep from letting her.
The last girl I slept with was a freshman studying to be a criminal defense lawyer. She was…not good in bed. After the accident had taken my speech, my confidence, and my mobility for a short time, I’d had thoughts about how much I regretted making her my last lay.
As a result, it’d been several months since I’d had a girl in my bed, a hell of a lot longer since I’d had one willing to suck my dick. Six months…maybe eight. God. Had it been eight? And now Tasha, who had the most magical mouth to ever touch mine, was offering…
I’d be crazy to turn her down. Certifiable.
“Say yes.” She licked my bottom lip and then whispered, “I want to taste you.”
Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her hard, still wrangling those brain cells and attempting to override my hormones. Her fingertips grazed the stud of my jeans and some superhuman part of me reacted. I pulled her hands away, locked them behind her back, and turned her so she faced forward.
In the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door, across from the bed where we sat, a very sexy Tasha sat on my lap, blond hair mussed from the paths of my fingers, amazing breasts lifting and dropping, pushed out further since I held her wrists behind her.
Against her ear I whispered every word slowly so I didn’t stumble. “What don’t you want me to see?”
Her lips parted as she pulled in a breath.
I flattened my free hand over her stomach, felt smooth muscle beneath baby-soft skin. Then I tracked my palm up to her breast. Her heart pounded against my hand. I swept my thumb over her bra. She backed her ass against my cock.
My hips thrust forward and I mentally bore down. I would not be distracted from getting what I wanted. And what I wanted was to know why she refused to let me see her with the lights on.
“Show me.” I let go of her wrists and she stood, turning to face me.