Traction (The Driven World)

“Fuck,” Kayden growls. “These,” he says, cupping both mounds, “are fucking perfect.” His mouth catches one nipple, sucking it hard, his teeth grazing the hardened bud, causing a cry of pleasure to tumble from my lips. My body is already boiling, needy, and wet. He turns his attention to the opposite nipple and teases and taunts me with an expert tongue.

Nerves take hold of me. They grip my stomach, taunting me, but I focus on the pleasure. If I don’t, I’ll lose my cool and race from the room. His lips tease their way up my neck, and he claims my mouth once more while his fingers tweak both buds until I’m rolling my hips, arching myself against him.

“You’re utterly breathtaking,” he murmurs, his eyes looking up at me as I sit astride him. The man is pure perfection with every dip and peak of his muscles defined like a map, but he’s calling me breathtaking.

I allow my fingertips to trail along his smooth chest, down to his abs, until I feel the hardness of him pressing against his briefs. When my hand slides along the shaft, a groan of pained pleasure falls free from his parted lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” There’s no lie in his words. And I can’t help but smile. I grip him through the wet material, stroking gently as he taunts my breasts. His touch slowly moves down to my hips, and he grasps my ass in his large hands. He squeezes until I’m whimpering against him. And seconds later, the knots on either side of my body are loosened, and I’m naked.

He can’t see into the water, but he doesn’t need to look to find my heat. His fingers slip along the slick flesh, stimulating me with strokes until he finally dips a finger into me.

It doesn’t take him long to suddenly still all movement, and I realize he’s waiting for me to say something. Perhaps for me to stop him if I wanted to.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head and kiss him. I don’t want him to speak, not just yet. I want to enjoy this for a second before he asks me the question dancing in his eyes.

I don’t know how long my mouth is fused with his, but when I finally break the contact, I smile. “I’ve waited.”

“You’re mine,” he asserts. There’s no doubt in his mind I am most definitely his. And when he takes this private part of me, then I will be only his.

“It’s scary.” My whisper is raspy, and I can tell he knows what I mean without having to say it.

Slowly, Kayden nods. “I’ll be gentle. But here is not the place to do it.” He helps me from the tub, handing me a soft, fluffy towel, and he leads me to his bedroom. The one place I know he said he’s never brought any woman before.

“In here?”

“Of course,” he affirms. “Lie back.” I move quickly, the softness of the comforter against my cool skin making me shiver. Kayden heads to the fireplace built into the dark wall beneath the television in his bedroom and flicks it on.

Moments later, the warmth that bathes the bedroom cocoons me as Kayden grabs a condom from his attached bathroom and sets it on the nightstand. He shoves his boxer briefs off and slides up the bed beside me. His hands snake along my thighs, and instinctively, I shut my legs, trapping his hand inches from my core.

“We don’t have to do this,” he stresses.

“I want to. I meant what I said, Kayden, I want you.” I’m not doing this for him or for anyone else. There’s no peer pressure like there was in high school or college. This is my choice. I’m old enough to know I’m ready.

“Okay.” He moves once more, this time nestling between my thighs, and my breath catches in my throat when I feel the tip of him at my entrance. But he doesn’t push inside. His mouth teases his way down, all the way until he hits my belly button.

The warmth and wetness of his kisses make me shiver. And when he reaches my apex, he pushes my thighs open, splaying me to his heated gaze. Warmth blooms on my cheeks, making him smile when he looks up at me from down below.

“You can tell me to stop at any time,” he informs me before swiping his tongue along my heat, causing a keen to echo around us. Kayden’s mouth hovers over before he opens me with his fingers and dips his tongue into me, licking and teasing.

My thighs shake, my fingers tangling in Kayden’s hair, tugging him closer as my legs tighten around his head. He doesn’t stop, his mouth devouring me, his tongue lashing me as my toes curl into the sheets.