“And later?” She breathed against the corner of his mouth.
Cade groaned. “So I knew something of mine was touching you. Anything. God, Marly, please let me touch you.”
“No. You promised, Cade.” Her teeth nipped at his lower lip in punishment. “Just feel me against you for a change. Let me feel you. You’ve never given me a chance to feel you.”
Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, and Cade knew it was going to kill him. Hell no, he wouldn’t be able to walk later, he thought. His cock would explode and kill him.
He watched her slender fingers as they loosened the buttons, then parted the edges of the fabric with slow, torturous movements. His head fell back against the couch, he couldn’t stand to watch. Then pleasure struck his body like a flare of heat as she pressed his nipples between her sharp little nails. He arched his hips against her, growling at the searing sensation.
His eyes opened as one hand lifted, wrapping around his neck to draw his head down.
“I want to kiss you.” Need, naked and harsh was reflected on her flushed face. “Not like you kiss me, Cade. I want it soft and easy, like it means something.”
“Dammit, Marly. It always meant something.” He shook his head in confusion. How could she believe otherwise? “You act like I raped you.”
“You raped my senses. You took the choice of control from me, just as you took the choice of participation, Cade,” she accused him. “You controlled it all. Even your own pleasure. Now I want to control it.”
“Marly, honey, I don’t know if I can do this,” he whispered regretfully. “God help me I want to, but you’re killing me.”
“I haven’t even started. And you promised me, Cade. Touch me, and I’ll know that all that matters is getting your way, not pleasing me.”
She was a siren; sexy and drunk on her own power, Cade thought desperately. She didn’t know the demon she was tempting. Had no idea how strong and fierce his need for her really was.
“Let me kiss you, Cade.” And her lips settled, light as a feather, against his own.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cade’s heart kicked in his chest. The muscles of his stomach knotted, and his hands curled into fists as he fought to take the kiss away from her. Her lips were too light upon his, teasing him gently, making him mad for her. Her tongue reached out, the lightest caress in the world sweeping over his, and leaving him gasping like a teenager begging for more. He sought a deeper touch, but she retreated, staring down at him, her eyes dark and wild as her hands framed his face.
Then her lips came back, her tongue sneaking past his lips in a kiss that destroyed him. He groaned harshly, fighting the need to throw her to the seat and pound into her.
“You’re so rough and tough.” She smiled against his lips. “It’s killing you, isn’t it.”
Was it? He had never known anything so damned sensual in his life as Marly’s soft caresses. Was it killing him, or was the need for more destroying him?
“Don’t stop,” he growled roughly. “Please, Marly—”
He saw the pleasure flare in her eyes, deep and intense.
Her lips burrowed into his again, and he moved against her, her questing little tongue touching his as he tilted his head to deepen the pleasure. She was breathing hard now, nearly as hard as he was. Her hands were at his neck, her little nails scraping his skin as her breasts pushed into his chest and her jean covered mound ground against his erection as he thrust against her.
“Let me hold you,” he panted, his head rising as she stared down at him, heavy lidded and intense. “Please, just let me hold you.”
He was going to rip the leather off the seat with the force of his fingers digging into them if she didn’t let him touch her.
“No. I want to touch you. If you touch me, you’ll take over, Cade,” she whispered. “That’s your problem, you always have to take over.”
Her head lowered, then her questing little mouth tasted the skin of his chest. Cade’s head fell back along the seat, his eyes closing in torment.
“I only know one way, Marly,” he groaned.
“Then it’s time to learn Marly’s way.” Her voice was smoky and aroused as her teeth nipped at the skin of his chest.
Pleasure raced through his body as her lips moved lower. She was going to kill him. Slowly, torturously, she was out to kill him. His cock was throbbing like a pulsing wound, demanding relief. The confinement of his jeans was killing him. He could think of nothing more tormenting than the way the nails of her fingers barely scraped his skin. Unless it was the slow licks, soft kisses and delicate nips she took from his chest.
“You’re tormenting a man already possessed, Marly,” he growled, breathing harshly.
“Tormenting him?” She asked absently as her tongue licked beneath the edges of his shirt. “You’re free to ask me to stop at anytime, Cade.”