Chapter One

Now

His hands, his big beautiful hands slowly make their way to the center of my chest, then lower over my stomach, which is quivering by the time he grazes his fingers over my wet core.

But he won’t stay there. Of course he won’t. Just a quick brush of his fingers, and then he moves his hands back up my body and circles my breasts, which are trembling with need.

Cupping my breasts as he squeezes, I have to press my thighs together as a moan escapes me. Then while holding the weight of my breasts in his palms, his thumbs brush across my nipples, and they instantly peak beneath his touch.

But again, he moves them. “Please, Kaden, quit teasing me,” I plead. I’m giving him exactly what he wants by begging. He loves to torture me.

“Mmm, you feel so good beneath my fingers,” he growls, his hot breath washing over my ear.

I press against him, feeling his thickness against my naked backside.

“Then quit playing with me and give me what we both want,” I demand.

I try to turn, and he clasps his hands quickly together over my trembling stomach. “Tsk, tsk, darling. You don’t get me until I allow it,” he says.

“I’ll torture you just as badly when it’s my turn,” I warn him.

He laughs, his thickness quivering against my butt, making me even wetter.

“You always try, but you’re always too eager to have me inside your hot, wet body,” he taunts.

“I hate it when you’re so confident,” I pout.

“No, you don’t. It’s one of the things you love most about me.”

And dang it, he’s right. I love his confidence. Actually, there isn’t anything about him I don’t love. He makes me scream in ecstasy and laugh with joy. This man is all I think about. And he knows it.

When I stop fighting him, he caresses my skin. This time, I lie in his arms and let him take his time. I know he won’t be able to hold out much longer.

As much as Kaden knows me, I also know him. And if I keep wiggling against his thickness, soon he won’t be able to stand it. He’ll take me hard and rough. He’ll fill me with his girth, and he’ll make me forget everything except him. We both need this. We each need what only the other can give.

One hand cups my breast while his thumb circles my tender nipple before squeezing it to the point that I cry out, while the other hand trails down my body.

But this time, he isn’t teasing. This time, he dips his fingers into my wet core, and I spread my legs so he can reach me better. His now wet fingers circle the part of me that is throbbing, and I feel the pleasure build.

But before I’m able to reach my peak, he moves, sliding down my wet lips before dipping inside and pushing up, hitting my other favorite spot. This continues for several minutes, bringing me closer and closer before pulling away again.

I want to protest, but he’s never left me feeling dissatisfied. And I know he’s as worked up as I am.

“You’re so wet, baby. Are you ready for me?” he asks.

“Yes, Kaden, I’m always ready,” I assure him.

He’s no longer taking it slow. Suddenly his hands grip my hips, and he’s pushing me forward onto my knees. I love all the ways we make love, but this is probably my favorite. He’s able to sink so deep inside me, and he pushes hard and fast.

Without warning, he climbs behind me and thrusts forward, all of him slamming inside. The hard thrust nearly makes me come right then and there.

“Yes, Kaden! Harder! Faster,” I beg as I grip the bedsheets beneath me.

“Yes, baby,” he growls as his fingers firmly grip my hips.

The only sounds that can be heard are our cries as he slaps against my ass, pushing deeply before pulling out and doing it repeatedly.

The pleasure hits me like a tidal wave as he caresses my insides with his thick erection. He feels me coming apart, squeezing him, and he speeds up, then growls his pleasure as he empties inside of me.

We’re transfixed as we rise higher together before sinking back to reality. Then he pulls from me, and I can’t keep the whimper from escaping.

This is the part I hate about sex. This incredible high followed by the moment of emptiness when our bodies are no longer connected. For a moment before he pulls me into his arms, I feel so alone.

But Kaden pulls me to him, wraps me in his beautiful embrace, pulls a cover over us, and cushions my head against his thundering heart. A smile rests on my lips.

“Stay with me tonight, Miranda,” he demands.

I’m so tempted. All I want to do is close my eyes and fall asleep right here in his arms. I love being with this man.

“You know I can’t, Kaden,” I say with a sad sigh.

“You mean you won’t,” he corrects.

“Don’t do this, Kaden,” I say, sadness filling me. “You’re the one who wants it this way.”

His arms surround me. They tighten. Kaden isn’t a man to be told no. I’ll pay for this. It’s not because he’s in love with me; it’s because I’ve become an addiction to him. It’s almost enough to make me stay. To throw away my other life.

I still pull away. And he lets go. When I look at him, his face is a mask. There’s no expression to show me what he’s thinking or feeling. I wonder when he’ll have enough, when he’ll replace me with someone who will do exactly what he wants.

Gathering my clothes, I close the bathroom door and dress. He says nothing to me as I walk from his house. I’m going home, back to my husband, back to a place where I don’t know if I belong anymore. I don’t know where I belong. I may never know.