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“I want to taste you”—I start dropping to my knees, my hands on the button of his jeans—“every fucking drop of you.”
I’m salivating for him. Yes, only he can fill this hunger…
But suddenly, he grabs my elbow, halting my descent.
“Cade, stop.”
It’s quick. The frustration. The confusion. The hurt. I surge back up.
“Why can’t I?”
He steps back.
“I’m not—”
“Trust, Redix.” Gently, I grab his hand. “We have to trust each other. That means you trust me too. And I want to. I want you so much, and it’s not fair. All those other women had you. And I let you have me like you wanted. When is it my turn?”
He does it again, that gesture that sings the saddest song—tucking his long hair behind his ear.
“Cade, fuck, I want you too. Believe me. Look.” He grabs his cock. It’s straining hard and ready under his jeans. “It’s just…”
His eyes dart away.
“I’ll never hurt you.” I reach for his cheek. “And you’ll never hurt me. Not if we do this together.” It hits me so hard; tears suddenly fall. “We heal together. It’s the only way.”
But he won’t look at me.
“I don’t want to hurt you that way.”
“You won’t hurt me. I trust you with this. You’re the only man I trust to touch me. The only one I can let go with.”
He exhales, meeting my eyes.
“If we do this, it’s gotta be my way.”
“So far, I love your way.” I smile, my body swearing it too. “There’s whipped cream in the fridge for your way.”
His smile soothes my every edge while he insists, “Take the pizzas out of the oven while I shower first.”
“You’re ruining the romance.”
“No, an oven fire ruins the romance.”
He’s only a few minutes in the shower while I set the pizzas out to cool. I hope they’re frozen again when I’m done with Redix tonight. I only want to devour him.
Especially how he looks walking down my hallway. He’s back in jeans with his hair hanging in long wet ropes I’d gladly hang my neck in.
“Let me take a shower too,” I tell him.
“Ok. I’ll wait.”
“No, you’ll watch me.”
Something in me fears he’ll bolt when I disappear into my room. Besides, it turns me on even more. Letting him lean against my bathroom vanity while he watches me through the shower glass enclosure. When I turn the shower off, he’s at the door, pulling it open and dropping to his knees.
“Let’s make you dirty again,” he insists, slinging my wet leg over his shoulder.
“You want to taste me tonight?” I lace my hands through his damp strands. “You want my candy, Redix?”
