Page 72 of A Love Like Candle Light

I gulp and my eyes dart to his Adam’s apple. It’s easier to talk when I avoid his expectant eyes. “Being… cared for.”

From the corner of my eyes, I notice his soften. So many more words want to burst out of my mouth, but I swallow them. This isn’t the time or place to fill him in on my loveless marriage or all the ways I felt neglected. In fact, I can’t think of worse timing to bring it up.

“Do you think you can get used to it?” He nudges my chin up and holds my gaze captive. “Because I care for you a lot. I want to take care of you.”

My heart beats into my throat, chest tightening, but this time in a good way.

“Yeah,” I whisper breathily. “I think I can. With time.”

“Good. That’s all I need. We have all the time in the world,” he mumbles and captures my lips in another kiss.

This one is the equivalent of cuddling in front of a fireplace. It sends warmth through my veins, and when his hand slips under my shirt, this time, I lean into his touch.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers into the kiss, the pulls back, only the slightest bit, his breath feathering over my lips and cheeks. “Look at me, Kylie.” He waits until I open my eyes. “I’m serious. Say the word and I’ll stop. You won’t hurt my feelings and I won’t ask questions.”

“Okay.” I nod slowly and the worried crease between his eyebrows finally disappears.

For a while, we kiss while he lets his fingertips dance over my skin. Under my boobs. Between them. But not going for my sensitive nipples which are screaming for attention at this point.

“Can you take this off?” I mumble, pulling at his shirt. I want to touch him and not some annoying fabric, but it’s a too damn tight fit for me to slip my hands under.

“Patience,” he teases me, but indulges me and sits up, pulls it over his head and throws it aside.

And I can’t help but stare.

Obviously, I noticed his broad shoulders and the fact he’s built. How else would he have been able to carry me through his home like I weigh nothing? But seeing it? Not-too-toned abs, his damn biceps, fuck. Am I salivating?

Hot damn. His body is a whole different level and insanely hot.

I reach out and let my fingertips glide over his pecks, through his chest hair, downward between his abs, along his happy trail. It’s clear he’s fighting to stay still and let me explore, his muscles tight and small, pleased sounds escape the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” he pants breathlessly and stretches his neck, eyes fluttering closed. “You’re driving me crazy here, babe.”

As if pulled by a magnet, my eyes wander down his body until they land on his crotch. His cock is already straining against his jeans. The sight sends a wave of heat right to my core and blood into my cheeks.

“See what you do to me?” With gentle fingers he grabs my wrist and guides my hand, lays my palm right on his cock. “This is how much I want you.”

“Fuck,” I whisper and give it a gentle squeeze, feeling it jump.

Gaze darting from my hand in his crotch to his eyes. A wave of calmness washes over me, taking all of my insecurities, all my worries with its tide and suddenly, I feel bold.

So I pull my hand back and shimmy out of my shirt and throw it off the bed. Then I reach for his hand and lay his palm on my stomach.

“I think it’s time you find out how much I want you.” I push his hand lower until his fingers sneak under my loose jogging pants. Then further down.

“Kylie,” he groans, closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath once his fingertips reach my wetness. “I want to see. Let me take off your pants?” He seems almost pained with need.

Well, I can’t have that.

Wordlessly, I lift my hips.

Two seconds later they fly somewhere behind him, and he unzips his jeans. I miss his weight on me as he gets up to take them off completely, but I can’t even complain because he’s giving me one hell of a show.

If I was impressed by his biceps, they’re nothing against his thick thighs and round ass. It’s so clear he works out. Probably not in a gym though, I wouldn’t be surprised if his work-outs consist of heaving trees off roads or pushing cows around.

His cock is pretty. Big and with a nice girth, its head already glistening with arousal, painting his abs with it as it gently bounces while he climbs back on the bed.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He waits until I look at him. My tongue darting out to wet my lips earns me an amused chuckle, but I still nod to make sure he gets the message. “Good.”