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8 – YESENIA
Ihad no right to takesomething that didn’t belong to me, nor did I have the right to give of myself. I just couldn’t help it.
Coming to Utah was supposed to be a time of solace and to work through my problems. I was supposed to take this time to figure out how to enact changes in my life when I returned home. Although I’ve thought about it a little, my problems haven’t been the prevailing ones on my mind.
Almost every thought is about Cade. When I don’t want to think about him, all I can hear is his voice, and his scent seems to permeate my nostrils even when he isn’t around.
As the time for us to return home looms, knots form in my belly. I don’t want to return to reality. If there were a way for me to stay here a bit longer, I surely would.
All morning it seems that Cade and I have avoided each other. Not overtly; we simply have been moving differently. If he’s in the kitchen eating, I’m chatting with the girls in the living room. When the couples pair up and go to their rooms, then I’m in mine reading, and he’s in his doing...God knows what.
Before this morning, we’d been sneaking in quickies everywhere. I’m starting to rethink my idea of keeping what we’re doing a secret. I want more than a quickie in the bathroom or sneaking into his room late at night and hurrying back to mine before the morning light arrives.
A knock sounds at my door, and I call, “Come in.”
The door opens and it’s Cade.
“Hey,” he says, plopping down on my bed beside me.
I glance nervously at the door, and he says, “Everyone’s napping. What have you been up to?”
Locking my phone, I sit it down and turn to face him. “Reading. What about you?”
“Thinking about you...and everything I want to do to your body.”
“Mm, that might get you into trouble, Mr. Maxwell.”
“I like any trouble that starts and ends with you.”
Giggling softly, I say, “Don’t push your luck. You just might get what you ask for.”
His eyes darken, and he moves and straddles me instantly, pushing me down onto the bed. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head while hovering over me.
“Or maybe more than I bargained for,” he says, his eyes watching me with wariness as if he’s scared I might bite.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He doesn’t answer but lowers his head to kiss me. It’s not slow, sweet, or subtle but hungry, demanding, and appeasing. While it quells my desire to be kissed, it stirs a deeper hunger, a burning ache to have him inside me.
Kincaid doesn’t come off as worldly like his brother Shep, but he seems more experienced and knowledgeable in some ways. Thinking back on all the stories that Stacey has shared about Shep, I realize the difference between them.
It’s not that Kincaid is more or less experienced than Shep. He’s just a gentleman, and he’s discreet.
I cannot explain how this man’s kisses leave me breathless, but I take advantage of the moment he stops kissing me to regain my breath. It’s only momentary, though, as his lips heat up the column of my neck and jaw, and then he lifts my shirt to nip my nipples through my bra before he kisses me again.
“Are you sure everyone’s asleep?” I ask when he lifts his head again and jerks at my shirt.
I lift off the bed, helping him to remove my shirt and pants.
