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Trevor whipped his head in his direction. “What? No, Dad, we were talking and…”
“Trev, you gotta be up early for practice, and it’s…” his eyes darted up to the wall clock, “after twelve. Go.”
It must have sunk in because while Caden expected more of an argument, Trevor scooted out from the table and got up. “Fine. See ya tomorrow, Rissa.”
“Goodnight, Trevor, and thanks again for my plate.”
Caden rolled his eyes as his son’s shoulders pulled back and the kid winked at her. “You’re welcome.”
Then they were alone.
He centered his stare on Marissa, who hadn’t budged from her seat. Her lips shifted to the side, and she chewed on the inside of her mouth.
“You need me to walk you back, or you good?”
Her eyes rose to meet his. When he was asked a question, he answered immediately. She did the opposite, searching his face, and then corner of her mouth perked up. The small smile didn’t seem to fit on her face. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. He hadn’t really given much thought to the phrase when he’d heard others use it, but it was making sense watching her.
“I can go by myself.” She scooted out from the chair at a snail’s pace. “Thank you for feeding me.”
“Yeah.” In a different world, had he been a different type of man, he might find a more elaborate vocabulary. But he wasn’t, nor did he want to be. Middle class, blue-collar trucking company owner. That was him. And her? He had no fucking clue.
He grabbed her plate, turned to the counter, and wrapped it in foil. She had to go before he did something stupid and reckless…before he gave into temptation. Trevor gave her enough food for at least two days of leftovers. He turned quickly, expecting her to be near the door. She wasn’t. He flinched back as she stood a few inches away, completely in his space.
“You all right?” He could hear the suspicion in his tone. She nodded and took the plate from his hands and set it down on the table.
“You don’t want it?”
“I do.” Her neck was angled, looking up at him. Waiting. What the fuck was she waiting for? He moved forward to walk around her, and her hand glided over his forearm. The feeling, soft and gentle, had him halting mid-step. He’d been around plenty of women who had no qualms about being aggressive sexually, but here, with Marissa, this was different. Her soothing touch was almost too much to take. He glanced down at her hand making circles over his tattoo. A trembling heat spread over his skin. It was old, sixteen years to be exact. Trevor’s name inked in black and his birth date underneath.
It was his turn to wait. Caden was the least patient person he knew. Whatever he was waiting on was taking longer than he had time for. Besides, her touch was doing a whole hell of a lot of inappropriate things to his libido. Her hand traced Trevor’s name and then drifted down to his hands, caressing his knuckles. They were beat to hell with scars and scabs. She didn’t seem the least bit bothered by them. He dropped his hand. If he hadn’t, he would have grabbed her and taken her over the kitchen table.
She inched closer. “I should go.”
He furrowed his brows. “Yeah,” he growled. His temple throbbed along with another part of his body. He needed her to back off.
“Thank you again.”
“You’re wel…” He never got to finish his sentence. In a flash, she stepped in front of him, laid her hands on his chest, and rose up on her toes. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his. What the fuck?
He should have been pushing her away, but her hips jutted forward, rubbing her mound against his cock, which was aching against her. His dick twitched, pressing against his zipper. Her mouth moved over his. Still time to back the fuck up. The kiss seemed almost inexperienced. Her tongue speared between his lips, slow and cautious as if she was waiting, bracing for his inevitable backing away. It just made him want her more.
Her nails dug into his chest, and even through his T-shirt, he could feel a slight jab of pain. She pulled away, and her tongue poked out, tracing his upper lip, then bottom, and sliding between his lips, tangling against his. Not the usual first kiss, but the passion and her need for his taste was so great his cock throbbed. Oh, fuck me, end this before you can’t.
He grabbed her waist, gripping tightly with every intent on pushing her away, but her lips wrapped around his tongue, sucking, and he lost all sense of what he should do. Thoughts of backing away had become a thing of the past, and all he wanted was to get inside her. He leaned forward without breaking their kiss and wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs and hoisted her up. Her legs locked around his waist, and he stepped to the right, angling her ass on the edge of the counter.
She moaned against his lips. He was seconds from losing any control he had left.
His hands jerked up her back under her shirt, pulling her against his body, and when her hips swiveled, he felt it straight to the root of his cock. He jerked his hands around to her chest, his need driving him. He palmed her breasts. So fucking firm.
He’d never been the type of man to have one favorite part of the female body, tits, ass, pussy, legs, he was a lover of them all. But her breasts were perfect, full and heavy. Her nipples beaded against his palms, and she breathed heavier into his mouth. Fuck. It was his only mission right now, to fuck her.
“Cade,” she breathed. The sound of his name on her lips got him harder than humanly possible. He tugged her closer against his body.
Her hands scurried over his back and up to his hair, pulling frantically. The kiss got sloppy, and he pulled away, licking a trail down to her neck. He released her breast, but only a second, to rip up her top to her neck. Her breasts jiggled, and Caden was practically drooling at the sight. Her tight nipples, a dusty rose pink, were begging to be sucked. He dropped his head, wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking hard. His hand shifted to the other breast, pinching the tight bead between his fingers.
Her soft moan was all he got verbally, but physically her nails were biting into his neck. He released her nipple with a pop and suckled on the other, grazing his teeth on the small nub.
This was kid’s play, and as much as he wanted to enjoy it, his dick wanted in more. He flickered his tongue, gripped her breast hard, and sucked once more with a hard pull.
