Emily nodded, but couldn’t make eye contact as he rose to his knees, pushing himself into the space between hers. He hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him.
“Normally, people have fun when they are playing games, nay?” His gaze pinned her in place; she couldn’t have pulled away evenif she wanted to. He was barely touching her, and yet he might as well have pinned her to the bed. “Usually, I only ache when ye are present.”
Something in her softened as she leaned into his touch.
“Ask me.” He leaned closer, his lips close enough for her to smell the sweet almond-flavored whiskey on his breath.
“Please,” she whispered.
She had barely finished speaking the word before he kissed her.
How did he manage to kiss her with his whole body every time he touched her? What magic was this?
Kaden wrapped his arms around her as he deepened the kiss. Heat pooled in her core as he tightened his grip on her. Her knees parted further to give him better access, the weight of him pulling closer warming every inch of her body.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as he tore his lips from hers, a whisper of contact that traced down her jawline to her neck. He spoke directly into her ear, his deep voice making her shudder.
How was it possible to want someone this badly without having truly touched them?
Emily only wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel. She wanted to make him feel as crazed and desperate for such soft touches. Yet, he always seemed in complete and total control.
Slowly, she placed her hands on his shoulders in the hope that he wouldn’t pull away. He always shrugged out of her touch every time she tried to get closer to him.
He didn’t pull away this time, but he did lower himself once more and leaned back on his heels.
“Ye ken, there are a few more things that we can do that willnae leave ye with child.” Kaden bent to the exposed inside of her knee and pressed a soft, lingering kiss there that sent a shudder right up her spine.
She knew that she ought to stop him from running his hands up her inner thighs like that. She ought to have more control over the situation and stop him from making her core heat the way it did.
But how was she supposed to do anything of the sort when she was wholly and utterly pinned in place by his gaze? His deep brown eyes held her prisoner as her breath caught in her lungs.
“Aye?” she breathed.
The devilish look that overtook his features had nearly undone her, and he had barely even touched her.
The warm air in the room kissed her skin in between each brush of his lips against her inner thigh. Anticipation of the pleasure that he had given her before curled in her belly as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, nearly knocking her off balance. He parted her thighs until they were stretched, readying himself to feast upon her.
He kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other, teasing her by never kissing her right where she needed him most. Over and around, until she felt his thumb brush against her sex, running along her slit. He used her wetness to part her nether lips, then slipped one long finger inside her, and she nearly collapsed onto the bed.
Perhaps Emily ought to be embarrassed by the sounds she was making; there were people in all the rooms around them. She certainly didn’t wish to endure the shame of facing someone who might have heard the noises she was making as they walked down the hallway past their room.
But when Kaden’s finger started to move, she stopped caring entirely about any soul inside the inn besides him and her.
“Aye, that’s me girl. Let me hear ye,” Kaden breathed against her skin.
Slowly, he added a second finger, like he wanted to memorize the way she felt. A low groan of satisfaction floated through the warm air to her ears as Kaden kissed the inside of her thigh once more, his fingers curling inside her and pressing against a spot that made her see stars behind her eyelids.
Just when she thought that she had started to adjust to the fit and feel of his fingers, his lips lowered to her core, his tongue darting out to flick over the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her legs twitch and threaten to clamp shut on either side of his head.
She could feel him smiling against her skin as his other hand forced her thighs back open. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth chastisingly before flicking his tongue against her once more, licking along her folds down to where his fingers moved inside her and back up again.
She writhed on the bed, unable to keep still under his ministrations. If this was how it felt when they weren’t trying to make a child, just what else was she missing out on? It seemed impossible that it was better than this.
If only he would let her touch him. She wanted to know how to make him fall apart like this.
The pleasure was building higher and higher inside her. She couldn’t see straight any longer.
“K-Kaden,” she breathed.
