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Sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her sweater, Kaden gently pulled the fuzzy material up her body and over her head. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips as he dropped it over the edge of the bed and he studied the black lace bra with red ribbons.
“Perfection,” he said in a voice that was harsh with need.
She reached up to thread her fingers in the satin softness of his hair, tugging him down. His gentle teasing was fun, and she would happily indulge in any games he wanted to play.
Later.
She’d desired this man since he walked into her store. Now her hunger had gone from a nagging ache to a raging need that refused to be denied. They could indulge in a slow, delicious exploration after she’d sated her desire.
Kaden readily gave in to her urging, claiming her lips in a searing kiss as his fingers stroked along the neckline of her lacy bra. Lia gasped as he located the clip between her breasts. A moment later, she felt the satin slip down her body, leaving her naked.
Still devouring her lips in a kiss she felt to the tips of her toes, Kaden cupped her breasts in his palms with reverent care. Lia tightened her grip on his hair, arching her back in silent invitation.
Kaden didn’t hesitate. Using his thumbs, he teased the sensitive tips into hard nubs, growling deep in his throat as she shivered in anticipation. With a last lingering kiss, he swept his lips down the clenched line of her jaw, nuzzling the tender spot just below her ear before caressing a path down her throat.
Lia hissed as sensations stormed through her. Heat and hunger and a raw void that demanded to be filled.
“Kaden,” she muttered, not sure what she was asking for until she felt his lips close around her nipple.
Oh . . . yes. That was what she needed. She squeezed her eyes shut as he stroked his tongue over the acutely sensitive flesh, each lap sending jolts of bliss to the center of her being.
She restlessly combed her fingers through his hair before lowering her hands to grasp his broad shoulders. Her palms landed against his flannel shirt and she reluctantly opened her eyes.
The material was soft beneath her palms, but she didn’t want to feel flannel. She wanted to explore hot, male skin.
Sliding her hands down his chest, she struggled to deal with the buttons. She didn’t have Kaden’s skill in undressing her partner.
“Kaden, there’s a lot of me exposed,” she muttered.
Lifting his head, he allowed his silver gaze to sweep down her naked body. “Yes, indeed. Exquisite.”
She shivered, but she wasn’t going to be distracted. She tugged at the collar of his shirt.
“I want to see you.”
He chuckled at the impatience in her voice that she didn’t bother to hide. “That can be arranged,” he assured her.
Rising to his feet, he held her gaze as he kicked off his boots before stripping away the flannel shirt and the heavy jeans. She wasn’t surprised to see the loose silk boxers or the heavy knit socks. In some ways the two of them were the same. They both preferred comfort over fashion. Not that he didn’t look sexy as hell in whatever he was wearing.
Once he was gloriously naked, he settled back on the mattress, his expression difficult to read as she abruptly sat up to press her hands against the hard muscles of his chest.
“Oh,” she breathed in wonderment.
He arched his brows. “Is everything okay?”
Lia’s mouth went dry at the sight of his sculpted chest, which narrowed to a slender waist and long legs. She’d already suspected he was lean and muscular and hard as a rock, but seeing him in the naked flesh revealed the sheer perfection of his body. A perfection that was emphasized rather than marred by the scars from his numerous injuries.
It was his tattoos, however, covering his chest and arms, that captured her attention.
Keeping her touch as light as a butterfly, she brushed her fingers over the dazzling images that were imbedded in his flesh.
“These are beautiful.”
He reached down to grasp her hand in his, pressing them against his chest. “They tell my story.”
“The story of Kaden?”
“Yes.” He tugged her hand down to the ridges of his six-pack, which was inked with a large tree being struck by lightning. “This represents the chaos of my childhood.” He slid her hand to the vibrant image of a golden sunset over a beach. “My escape to LA.” He bent his head to kiss her fingertips before moving them to his upper chest, where she could make out the sleek motorcycle jumping through a circle of fire. “My journey from the streets to Hollywood.” His features tightened as he moved her hand to his arm, where an empty road wound its way through the shadows of a graveyard. “My brother’s death.” He shifted so he could press her hand against his other arm. The tattoo wasn’t as large as the others, as if he intended to add to the image of a money sign that was etched in the middle of the desert. “And, finally, Vegas.”
