He scanned my face before asking, “Why are you really awake?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I always wake up around this time for some reason. At home I’ll usually go downstairs for water or juice or something and then go back to sleep.”
“Yeah. Now that you mention it, I do remember hearing someone in the kitchen around three in the morning when we were in Destin.”
I put on a soft, bashful smile. “It was most likely me.” I chewed on my bottom lip for a brief moment before asking, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
He let out a weary exhale, like he was stressed just thinking about it. “I was sleeping for about two hours. Then something came up with work. My assistant has handled most of it so that I don’t have to rush back, but I’ll have to get there eventually.”
“Oh.”
“To be honest, I can’t remember the last time I slept a full night.”
“No?”
“No.” He thought on it, looking past me. “Probably before Tempt started. I’m a napper.” He smirked. “I nap throughout the day, work all morning and night. My body is used to it now. Took that short snooze with you and then got back up to work. It’s all I can really think about these days.”
“You really love your job.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Very much.” When he said that, I was almost jealous of his job. He treated it like a baby—he was proud of it and refused to let anyone mess with it. I was slightly envious, but admired him even more because of it.
“That’s a good thing,” I said. “Not many people care about their jobs.”
“What makes you want to major in English?”
My lips twisted for a moment as I pondered. “I don’t know. I really love writing, and in school one time, we had to go over someone else’s paper and edit it, which was fun to me. While everyone else hated it, I was thrilled. Ever since that conversation we had at the baseball game, I’ve also considered modeling. Is that weird?”
“Not at all. You’d make a beautiful model.”
“Shut up,” I laughed.
“I’m not kidding.” His eyes were serious, but his soft smile remained. “You’re beautiful, Kandy. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Thanks.” I blushed. I could feel it all over my face. My neck.
Cane gripped my hips, lowering his eyes to the robe. “You look good in that.”
“Your robe,” I noted.
“Yeah.” His fingers trailed up the cotton. When he reached the top lapel, he slid it over, revealing my left shoulder and breast. My nipple instantly tightened when the air hit it, and as his eyes drank me in, he sucked in a sharp breath, like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Like seeing me bared before him was so good it hurt.
He used his other hand to push the fabric away, and both my breasts were exposed, my nipples pointed at him.
I had to fight the urge to cover up. This was all so new to me—being completely naked and revealed—but he loved it as far as I could tell. I had a feeling not only did he get off on my nakedness, but also the vulnerability of the situation.
“Lift up for me,” he murmured, his voice a little more gravelly.
I lifted my hips, and he dropped his hands to lower his sweatpants and pull out his beautiful cock. It was stiff and thick, and even with only the moonlight as leeway, his size was still daunting.
Cane gripped my hips and brought me forward so that my entrance was directly above his dark crown. I swallowed hard, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck.
“I told you I would teach you things,” he mumbled. “Right now, I’m going to teach you how to ride me.”
“I’m afraid I won’t be that good at it,” I whined.
“I’ll guide you. Just do what feels right.”
His words calmed me. I bobbed my head, and he held my waist with one hand, dropping the other to grip the base of his cock. My body shuddered when I felt him at my entrance, then slowly he lowered me, filling me up inch by slow inch. I tightened the arm I had around the back of his neck, sucking in a sharp breath as I tried adjusting around his size. It stung again, the pain spreading between my thighs, but it wasn’t as painful as the first or second time.
“Breathe, my sweet Kandy,” he cooed. The hand he had on my hip came up to the back of my neck. He slid it up until his fingers were tangled in my frizzy hair. Those same fingers brought my head forward to press our foreheads together. The hand that had been guiding his cock came up to my waist, and he used it to shift my hips forward and back.