Craving Caden (Lost Boys Book 2)

by Jessica Lemmon

  I’d be crazy to turn her down. Certifiable.

  I herded the three brain cells I had left not focused on her lips wrapped around my most favorite appendage and willed myself into action. Grabbing her shoulders, I stopped the exploration she was about to make with that fantastic mouth. A more prominent part of my brain promised I’d kick my own ass for this later. But I couldn’t let her go down on me if she had a hang-up about her body. If I had my way, I’d be seeing every inch of it soon, and repeatedly.

  “Say yes.” My temptress tried again, this time licking my bottom lip seductively. “I want to taste you.”

  Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her hard. What can I say, I was weak for this girl. Her fingertips grazed the zipper of my jeans and by superhuman strength I was able to pull her hands away. I locked them behind her back and turned her on my lap so that she faced forward. My cock was now cushioned by her ass, which wasn’t helping in the concentration department, but I would persevere.

  Over her shoulder, I studied our reflections in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall across from the bed. A very sexy Tasha sat, knees curled, her blond hair mussed from my fingers. Her eyes were wide as if she’d already figured out my plan. Those amazing breasts lifted and dropped, pushed out farther since I held her wrists behind her.

  Against the shell of her ear, I whispered each word slowly so I didn’t stumble. “What don’t you want me to see?”

  I flattened my free hand over her stomach, felt smooth muscle beneath baby-soft skin. Then I tracked my palm up to her breast. Her lips parted as she pulled in a breath. Her heart pounded against my hand. I swept my thumb over her nipple through her bra, and she backed her ass against my cock.

  My hips thrust forward, and I clenched my teeth. Sucking in a steadying breath, I let her wrists go. “Show me.”

  She stood from my lap and whirled to face me, her cheeks a hectic color of pink. “I’m not perfect.”

  Yes, you are.

  “I have no idea who you’ll compare me to when you see my body. I’m sure you have seen a lot of naked women before me.”

  None as beautiful, though. Or half as interesting. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her over so that she was standing between my spread legs.

  “The last girl you had in bed could have been a supermodel”—she gasped as I flipped open the stud of her jeans—“or…or…” She trailed off as I snicked the zipper down, one tooth at a time.

  “I’m, um, I like to eat bread,” she continued inanely. “Sometimes I skip the gym.”

  She gasped when I dragged one fingertip along the edge of her panties. Red lace. Jackpot.

  “Go on.” I wasn’t a priest, but I’d gladly hear her sins.

  “I’m just warning you, in case—”

  I pressed a kiss just under her belly button.

  Her hands in my hair, she sighed my name.

  Ah, there we go. Now that I had her complete attention, I turned her to face the mirror again. I stripped the jeans from her hips while she watched my reflection warily. No way was she leaving this room believing she was flawed in some way or that I was mentally rating her subpar. Stupidest thing I’d ever heard. I’d wanted this girl for months. I wasn’t letting her ruin it.

  I kissed the flare of one hip bone, lifted her leg to remove one of her shoes. I repeated the motion on the other side and then lowered her jeans to the floor. She gingerly stepped out of them, her hands clasped in front of her.

  “Take your shirt off,” I instructed as I ran my tongue along the small of her back.

  She hesitated momentarily. I nodded at her reflection in the mirror. Once she’d cast the shirt aside, I was staring at a red lace bra and blond hair falling over delicate shoulders. My dick pounded mercilessly against my fly.

  I took her hands in mine and spread her arms, stroking her sides as we both watched in the mirror. No, as I watched. She’d shut her eyes.

  “Is it bad?” she whispered, sounding serious.

  “Fuck, no,” came my gravelly response. I turned her with my palms and she looked down at me, real worry swimming in her eyes.

  “Tell me the truth.”

  Since I was invited, I took a leisurely inventory of her body. I saw nothing but gorgeous skin tempting me in every imaginable way. I drew a circle around one of her nipples through the lace of her bra. She closed her hands over my wrist.

  “Who made you feel this wuh-way?” I growled. Someone. But I didn’t need to ask, I knew. Anger vibrated down my spine.

  “Doesn’t matter.” She shook her head.

  “Who?” I repeated, practically shouting.

  “Tony, okay?”

  Tony. That motherfucker.

  “Not okay,” I said between my teeth.

  “He’s incredibly…vocal about what he doesn’t like.”

  I’d excuse myself to murder him, but I didn’t know a good lawyer I could trust with my defense. I pulled in a shaky breath to steady myself. The battle would be better fought here with Tasha. I refused to let her jagoff ex-boyfriend interrupt this moment between us.

  The moment I showed her how beautiful she was.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tasha

  “C-come here.” Cade’s smile held a note of sweetness but the intensity in his eyes remained. I lowered to his lap and he angled me to face the mirror. He rewarded my obedience by pushing my hair over my shoulder and kissing the side of my neck.

  “I’m gonna show you.” He flicked the clasp of my bra and slid the straps down my arms. I went rigid as he coaxed the garment off my shoulders, baring my breasts. “W-what I think of you.”

  He revealed my breasts, and I waited for his assessment. According to Tony, my areolas were too large, which I understood was an opinion, but he’d also pointed out that one of my breasts was larger than the other, and that was an indisputable fact.

  But Cade didn’t seem to be checking for flaws. Quite the opposite. He hummed in the back of his throat, the sound almost reverent as he studied my breasts like an art appraiser at a museum.

  “All done?” I shakily moved to cover my breasts, but he drew my wrists behind my back once again. Securing them with one hand, he used to the other to slide up the front of my body. He rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, his dark eyes wicked with intent.

  He nipped my earlobe as my flesh puckered and warmth pooled in my belly and then lower, until I was slick with need. He slid his fingers into my panties, stroking the wet flesh between my legs. I let out a moan as my eyes sank shut.

  “Look,” he rumbled into my ear.

  “No.” I squeezed my eyes tighter. Behind the blessed darkness I enjoyed the feel of his fingers.

  “Tah-tasha,” he insisted. “Look.”

  And because he was willing to try my name, willing to attempt speaking and enduring his own form of embarrassment, I obeyed. I opened my eyes, my gaze clashing with his before tracking down to his hand in my panties. The outline of his wide palm circled beneath the red lace, which led up to a muscular forearm and then a rounded shoulder hidden beneath the sleeve of a really inconvenient T-shirt.

  He let go of my wrists to roll my panties off my legs. Two broad hands clamped onto my thighs and drew my legs open. He hooked one of my knees over his, opening me to his exploration. My breathing was hectic, my mind a blur, as he slipped a finger inside me and then smoothed the tip over my clit. My mouth dropped open as heat engulfed me, shimmering along my spine and tightening my nipples into stiff peaks. His slick touch was exquisite, and I nearly toppled off his lap in a heap of pleasure. I braced his thighs, anchoring myself to his lap, unable to look away.

  A small smile curved his mouth as he continued touching me. His other hand went to my nipple and pinched lightly. I noted my flushed cheeks, my parted mouth when he added another finger and pumped into me, all the while tweaking my nipple in a mind-numbing rhythm.

  I was going to come, I realized. While I watched. I’d never experienced
anything so erotic in my life. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, surrendering to his deft fingers.

  “Open.”

  Against his shoulder, I shook my head.

  “Tasha.”

  Perfect enunciation. I opened my eyes as he’d asked and met his gaze in the mirror. He grinned, the delicious dimple sinking into one side of his face. With a shake of his head, he said, “Open your legs.”

  Oh. I spread my legs wide, my throat convulsing as I swallowed.

  He gauged my reaction in the mirror before rolling my nipple and slowing his pistoning fingers. Now those strokes were long, leisurely. He stroked a finger over my clit every time he slid out.

  “This could be my cock,” my dirty-talking bad boy whispered into my ear. This time when my eyes slid shut, it wasn’t from shame but because I lacked the strength to keep them open.

  Cade didn’t argue this time, continuing his sensual assault and wringing high, tight breaths from me as an orgasm barreled closer. My lungs burned as I gasped for air. My mind melted into a hazy swirl of sensation and color.

  A desperate cry stuttered from my lips as I dug my nails into his jeans, seeking purchase while I hurtled into space. He moved his hand from my breast and touched his index finger to my lips.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  I took his finger into my mouth as he continued moving the fingers of his other hand mercilessly against my center. He tongued my neck, groaning as I hollowed my cheeks around his finger.

  My release hit me like the tornado last week. Sudden and uncontrollable. I ground against his fingers, gripping his arm between both my hands. My body shuddered as I came, pulsating so hard I thought I might die.

  Mind a mangled pattern of sparking light, I gradually floated down to earth, becoming aware of Cade’s gentle hold around my waist. He squeezed me and my eyes fluttered open.

  “Look at you,” he said, not hiding the wonder in his tone.

  I looked. I was sagging, my back against him, sated and satisfied. My cheeks were pink, my eyes bright, my nipples hard. He circled one with the tip of his damp finger.

  “Perfect,” he praised.

  My throat was crowded, gratitude vying for space between pending tears. He thought I was perfect.

  And you know what? I couldn’t muster the strength to argue.

  I spent most of the next day zoning out during class when I should have been paying attention. My thoughts were on the way Cade’s arms had wrapped me in a cocoon of sexual pleasure yesterday afternoon. Before and after, he’d taken none for himself.

  What guy turned down a blowjob? The mind boggled.

  Behind that incredibly sexy, distracting experience was a heavy dose of sweetness. That mirror experiment had been for me. Not that he’d seemed inconvenienced by it. The opposite. I didn’t miss the pride in his lazy, heavy-lidded stare after he’d succeeded in his mission.

  Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t think I was hot shit all of a sudden, but I could admit that after my morning shower, I’d paused in front of the mirror and actually looked at my body. I tried to see what he had seen. I slid my palms over my breasts, down my waist, and around my hips. Then I touched myself there. Just for a second. Just to remember what it felt like when Cade had touched me. A pale comparison, as it turned out.

  Upcoming pathophysiology class be damned, I was in an amazing mood. Nothing could kill my buzz. After that class I was free for the evening. I wondered if Cade worked tonight. If he did, maybe I could go to Oak & Sage and just…stare at him.

  I hummed, a smile on my face as I clopped across campus in my favorite pair of cork wedge sandals. Lost in thought, it took me a second to realize someone had called my name. It took less than a second to realize it was Tony, alone rather than with his cling-on anime-eyed girlfriend.

  “Natasha.” His eyes skimmed me from head to toe, like he was trying to decide whether or not he missed me.

  I shot him a tight smile. “Antonio.”

  “I hear you’ve been hanging around with Cade Wilson.” He adjusted his backpack on one shoulder. Tony wore what used to be my favorite outfit on him: a striped Lacoste shirt and khakis. I used to think the yellow stripes complemented his dark eyes, but now they only reminded me of his yellow-bellied tendencies when it came to being honest with the women in his life.

  No matter. I had discovered a new appreciation for sleeveless T-shirts, ripped jeans, and tattoos.

  I took an exaggerated look around. “And who are you hanging around with? I don’t see your barnacle anywhere.”

  His white grin flashed against beautiful tawny skin. Unfortunately, even though he was a creep, he was also undeniably attractive. Or at least he would have been if he were a nameless model in a magazine rather than the ex-boyfriend who slept with two of my friends.

  Cheating bastard.

  “Dianna, you mean,” he answered.

  “Only the one, then?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe she’s all I need.”

  “Ha!” I couldn’t believe I laughed, but he was ridiculous. His smile disappeared.

  “At least she’s easy to talk to. What do you and Cade talk about, Tasha?” Meanness flashed in his eyes.

  “We don’t talk much.” I resisted the urge to punch the air with my fist when one of Tony’s eyes twitched. Wasn’t that like a cheater? He didn’t want me to have anyone else, even though he’d been unfaithful. “I put his mouth to better use.”

  On that zinger, I strutted away from my ex-boyfriend, knowing that the idea of me with another man bothered him all the way down to his Italian loafers. My strut continued across the lawn, and into my final class for the day.

  After a tireless lecture that could have put a sloth into a coma, I exited class anxious to see Cade. I broke into a neat jog but before I reached my car, a honk drew my attention to the library. There, at the curb, sat the gorgeous tattooed man who’d turned me inside out last night.

  The top was off his blue car, one of his elbows leaning out the open window. He flashed me a wicked grin below a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his nose.

  Droves of tingles sprung to the surface of my skin. He stepped from the car and I met him halfway, practically floating on air.

  “You got her running,” I said of the car. “Did you name her?”

  “Not yet,” he answered, with only the slightest hesitation over the Y.

  “She suits you.”

  “You suit me.” He slid his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans, looking adorably sheepish. Oh, my heart.

  “T-take you out?” he asked.

  “Oh, um…” Somehow the idea of hanging out at his house seemed safer. The idea of not dating seemed safer. Soon, I’d be graduating and this little therapy thing with Cade would be behind us. Our worlds were, well, worlds apart outside of some incredible kisses. And other stuff.

  But that was no reason not to enjoy myself now.

  “I have to swing by my dad’s house first,” I told him. An envelope he’d concluded was “important, Natasha” had been sent to his address instead of my new one. Plus, I knew he wouldn’t be home if I went now. He’d mentioned a meeting and an early dinner tonight.

  Hands stuffed in his pockets, Cade continued giving me an impish smile.

  “What?” I asked through a laugh.

  His eyes dipped to my mouth, then back up. He didn’t kiss me, but I sensed he wanted to. Instead we stood there grinning like idiots at each other.

  “I’ll f-follow you,” he said and then climbed back into his Camaro.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cade

  Sunshine warmed my skin as the wind blew through my hair and over my arms. I was in an incredibly good mood today and Tasha was only part of the reason. I cranked the radio, my new top-of-the-line Bose speakers of my yet-to-be-named ride rattling my seat.

  The Camaro wasn’t ready for prime time, but she was drivable, so I couldn’t resist taking her out. Especially on a day where I could take her out topless. The thought remi
nded me of Tasha on my lap yesterday and I grinned.

  I tried not to stare when she was standing in front of me on campus, but in that short floral skirt and tall shoes, her eyes gleaming like she was remembering how I’d rocked her world, how could I keep from it?

  This morning I woke with a single, penetrating thought. I was tired of quietly skulking around. Before the accident I’d been an incurable extrovert. I could feel the old me returning. Whenever Tasha was around I wanted to talk.

  With the day off from Oak & Sage, I’d been at loose ends. Since Tasha had a long day of classes, I’d been watching the clock closely, planning on surprising her.

  It felt good to look forward to something.

  My car rattled and I mentally noted to tighten her axle. By winter I’d need a new soft top that wasn’t held together with duct tape, and the heater was busted, so that would require a repair as well. I’d worry about that later. Right now I was focused on the gorgeous spring day and tailing my girl to her father’s house.

  When we arrived, my mouth dropped. Two stone pillars guarded the entrance, a black iron gate protected by a touch pad. She reached out of her window, keyed in a code, and spared me a wink. My heart kicked my ribs.

  The second I was close to her again I was going to kiss her senseless.

  The house was at least three times the size of my dad’s house. And my dad’s house wasn’t small. I parked behind her gleaming BMW and considered how out of place both my car and I were in this setting. Money virtually emanated from every inch of this place. From the pale brick driveway to a very shiny, black Lexus 350.