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"I can't be the judge of their ulterior motives, can I?"
"But you are aware of your feelings in their presence."
"Not in that way," I muttered.
"What was that?"
Of course, he'd made me say it loud and clear. "I've never felt the way I feel right now."
"Are you going to describe it to me?"
Taking a deep breath, and clenching my toes so he wouldn't notice the tension in the rest of my body. Even though it was pointless, because if there was one thing I noticed, it was that Kaden didn't miss a thing. Whatever I was trying to hide from him, he already knew.
"I'm nervous. But not in a bad way. I am thrilled in a positive way. I can't focus. It makes me want to follow your voice and forget everything else. That's ridiculous, right? You haven't even done a thing."
"None of your feelings are ridiculous, Nika." There it was again, the admonishing tone telling me not to be so hard on myself. "I like that you can express what you're feeling so clearly. Verbally as well as physically."
It was a strange compliment and yet it made me feel better. All of a sudden, I didn't feel quite so bad about being able to express what was going on inside of me.
"I have another question. Your ex-boyfriends did they prefer your ass or your breasts?"
Slowly I opened my mouth to speak. An indiscreet question. I knew the answer. But why did he want to know? Would he get jealous?
"Just give me the answer, Nika. I'm not judging."
"Ass, I guess." How people could reduce a person's appearance to this one question and two body parts was still a mystery to me.
Kaden mumbled something I couldn't quite make out. Until his hand moved up my back, I took it as an agreement.
"What is the first thing that catches your eye when you look at me?"
His touch distracted me, but the answer came to me immediately. I'd been looking at him a lot since he showed up at my door. "Your presence. The way you move. Little details. Your expression, for example. Or that you still don't care about taming those curls."
"And how is it that these guys reduce everything to your ass?"
"Because they're men?"
"No," he replied sternly, "because they don't know. They don't have an eye for the important details."
Instinctively I knew he would not stop there. He ran his fingers over my bare shoulder and down my back. "This, for example. Your back. I could spend half an eternity on that alone… Take off your shoes, Nika."
With his hand on the small of my back, I had no problem taking off one shoe and then the other. His hand slid to my waist.
"The curve here… also perfect."
He took a step around me, only to lean forward just a little. Suddenly, the subtle scent of his aftershave surrounded me. It tickled my nose and almost forced me to close my eyes so I wouldn't react to it. Or to the warmth that seemed to radiate from his body. All of this made me want to stand on my tiptoes to be on the same level as him.
I tilted of my head slightly which Kaden took as an invitation to lean closer to my ear. Even so, there was still a distance between our bodies. Apart from his hand on my waist and the warmth he emanated, I could not feel him.
And yet, somehow, I felt everything.
His hot breath brushed against my ear, causing me to shiver. "The color of your skin. The shape of your fingers. Your stomach. The curve of your ribs. That you're comfortable with who you are. The way your brain works. The way your eyes light up and your lips curl up in smiles, even though you're fighting them. And the flush of color that slowly rises up your neck. When it reaches your cheeks, do you know how it brings out your freckles? Don't get me wrong, your ass is sexy and your breasts look incredibly seductive in that dress. But those aren't the attributes that make me think about how I'd like to have you naked in front of me."
I swallowed. I had been aware that I had a certain reaction to voices– but Kaden couldn't possibly be aware of it. He couldn't know that it drove me crazy when the right man pressed his mouth to my ear, whispered things that found their way between my legs and threw my brain into absolute chaos. And yet… yet he just used his voice and effortlessly wrapped me around his little finger. One compliment and a blush rose on my face. Even so, I didn't want him to stop. On the contrary, I wanted him to go on until I had an idea of where this was going and whether there would ever be an end to it. I suddenly didn't care anymore that he was playing with me and was turning me into a willing participant. What mattered was that he kept whispering things to me in that damned attractive voice that I hadn't expected. Just for my ears, and no one else's.
"I know you're thinking about what to say about this. But I don't want you to say anything. You will leave everything as I have said and you will accept it."
There was no question. So there was no answer. I quickly understood the principle. Even though it was difficult to bite my tongue and keep silent.
