His jaw flexes as he stares at me with hesitancy and questions. I know what he’s going to ask before he even says it. “Have you ever done this before, Faith?”
My cheeks heat embarrassingly and I take a moment to respond. I softly shake my head and my answer seems to escalate whatever battle he has going on inside of him. “I meant what I said, Cade. I know where you stand and I don’t expect any promises.”
“That’s just it. Why the hell not? Why do you want to give yourself to some fucked-up asshole who can’t give you promises? Is this really how you want your first time to be?”
Knowing I have nothing left to lose, I decide to opt for the truth and pour my heart out to him. “I’m still a virgin because I haven’t met anyone yet that I’ve wanted to do this with… until now. I’m sorry if you don’t want to hear this but it’s the truth. I’ve never felt this way about someone before and, if I’m being completely honest right now, I’m absolutely terrified I never will again. Which is why if one night is all I can have from you, then I will take it. Because I know having you for one night will be better than not having you at all.”
His breathing speeds up and I swear I can hear his teeth grind with restraint. He shakes his head before dropping it to my shoulder, fighting with whatever internal struggle he has going on.
Holding him close, I kiss the side of his face and keep my lips close to his ear, “Tell me that you don’t feel this, Cade. Tell me you don’t want this just as much as me.”
“Jesus, of course I want you. I want you more than my next fucking breath.”
“Then take me. I’m right here.” He shakes his head again. “What are you so afraid of?” I feel him tense but I keep him close and will him to talk to me.
“I’m not scared.”
“Then what is it? Talk to me, please.”
“I don’t know how to fucking do this, all right!” he snaps, before bringing his turbulent gaze to mine. “I told you I fuck, that’s all I know, and you deserve more than that, you fucking deserve more than me.”
My heart clenches painfully at his tortured admission. “I don’t want you to be someone you’re not. I just want you, no matter what way that is.” His only response is to stare at me, and I finally realize this is not going to happen.
Swallowing back my disappointment, I let out a defeated breath and gently rest my forehead on his. “Okay. It’s okay.” I’m not sure if those words are for him or me. “I want you more than you will ever know, but I won’t beg. The last thing I want is for you to regret any of this in the morning. It would kill me.” My voice cracks with emotion and my eyes fall closed when I feel the sting of tears coming on.
“Jesus, Faith, it’s not me who’s going to regret this in the morning, it’s you.” I shake my head, not knowing what else I can say to make him realize how much I want this… how much I want him. “You know what? Fuck it!”
My eyes snap open, and I’m just about to ask what he means when I’m tossed on the small single bed, that can surprisingly accommodate a man his size. Once again I have no time to register what’s happening before he’s on top of me, his hard body crushing me into the mattress as he takes my mouth in a searing kiss.
Sweet victory washes over me and heat reignites in my body. I wrap my arms and legs around his powerful body and trap him to me; scared he will pull back again if I don’t.
He tears his mouth away again, but this time it’s to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck. “Say it again, Red,” he mumbles against my skin. “Tell me you’re sure about this.”
“I’m sure,” I assure him breathlessly. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
Groaning, he sits up, making sure to keep his weight off me, and pulls down the top of my dress, bringing it to bunch at my waist. His eyes storm with something I can’t decipher as he stares down at my white lace bra, that’s until he grabs the heavy metal cross on my chest. He gently removes it then leans over top of me to place it on the small table by the bed. “Is that okay?” he asks softly in my ear. I nod, touched that he cared enough to ask, especially considering how he feels about it.
Rising up, he trails a finger across the swell of my breasts. The small touch has goosebumps breaking out across my overheated flesh. “I know I don’t deserve this,” he says roughly, “but I’m going to be a selfish bastard and take it. Because I’ve been dying to kiss, taste and fuck every inch of you since I found you singing in that field a week ago.”
My heart warms with pleasure at his words; happy to know I wasn’t the only one thinking about this. My eyes fall closed and an illicit moan escapes my lips as his big, warm hands cup my lace-covered breasts. I cover his hands with my own and arch into his touch.
“Raise up a little, baby.”
As I do what he asks, he kneels down on the floor in front of me and grabs my hips to drag me closer to the edge of the bed. With my legs dangling on either side of him, he reaches around behind me, and with a deft flick of his fingers my bra falls loose. It slips down my shoulders and bares me to him from the waist up. My nipples instantly strain for his touch.
“You’re fucking perfect.” Leaning in, he latches his hot, wet mouth to one aching nipple. My head falls back with a cry and the sweet sensation shoots between my legs.
He takes turns going back and forth, giving each tortured bud the greedy attention it strives for, bringing sensations soaring through my body that I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling. The ache between my legs becomes agonizing and I lift my hips to grind into his hard stomach, desperately seeking relief.
Growling, he pulls away and trails his warm lips down my body, cherishing every inch of skin he passes with gentle kisses. Once he reaches my dress, that’s still bunched at my hips, he slides it the rest of the way off, leaving me in nothing but my matching white panties. His knuckle grazes down the center of the lace, and shivers wrack my body when he skims over the swollen bud that’s screaming for his attention. “Fucking soaked, just like I knew you would be.” He grabs the side of my panties, and with one swift pull he rips them from my body.
“Oh god,” I moan and drop to my back. “That was so hot.” And it was. I don’t even care that I will be walking back to camp with no underwear on.
A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest, but the beautiful, foreign sound quickly turns into a growl as his eyes roam down my body, focusing on my most sensitive part. “Jesus, you are fucking beautiful.”
I smile at his sweet words. Being as I have never been this exposed to anyone before, I thought I would feel more insecure, especially for someone like Cade. A guy who has probably seen a lot of gorgeous women. But I feel none of that right now. It is impossible to when he is looking at me like he is.
“I have to admit, Red. I am surprised as hell to see you’re waxed, but fuck am I glad. Because I want nothing in my way when I go to taste what I know will be the sweetest pussy that will ever touch my tongue.”
Oh god. My face flames but my hips raise involuntarily, my body clearly wanting what he’s offering. I’ve never been more thankful to Katelyn than I am right now for introducing me to Brazilian waxing.
“You should take your clothes off too,” I suggest, really wanting to see all of him. Every glorious part.
He smirks, and the beauty of it softens his usual hard expression and causes my stomach to do a small flip. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there. But first we need to make sure this beautiful pussy is nice and ready for my cock.” Taking two fingers he runs them through my wet, aching flesh and lubes them before inserting one inside of me, quickly following with the other. I cry out at the sweet invasion and my legs automatically clamp around his arm.
“Holy christ, Faith, you are so fucking tight,” he groans, his voice sounding like sandpaper. “Ease up a little, baby.” Prying my legs apart, he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of me, sending heat to spread through me like a wild fire. “Do you know how fucking good it’s going to feel to have this tight, hot pussy wrapped around my cock?”
A whimper escapes me at his dirty words. Good heavens, for a guy who doesn’t usually talk he sure seems to have a lot to say now. He smirks down at me knowingly. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, Faith?”
“Yes,” I pant out breathlessly. “If I would have known this is what it took to get you to talk to me, I would have suggested it sooner.”
I can tell my response takes him by surprise. Shaking his head, he lets out a half chuckle, half groan. “I swear, Red, that smart mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day, but fuck if it doesn’t make my dick so hard.”
Before I can think of another witty reply, his fingers speed up, vanishing any coherent thought I have. Moaning, I raise my hips and begin meeting his pace. “That’s it, baby,” he groans with approval, “fuck my fingers.”
My breathing kicks up and a foreign feeling starts to take root inside of me. “Cade?” His name comes out as a question, asking him for something I don’t understand.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” Keeping the rhythm of his fingers, he leans down and runs his tongue along my wet slit.