"I can work with that."

Cade didn't look happy with my announcement but I knew he would keep his end of the bargain. I sighed, leaning back on the bed. I was relieved that Cade wasn't going to push me.

I wanted him, yes. I was done fighting it. But I was afraid I would end up giving him my heart along with my body.

And that I could not risk.

On the other hand, a little fooling around might be just what the doctor ordered. The attraction between us was off the charts. I realized I wanted to get close to the flame.

Just not too close.

Cade growled as he started pulling off my lingerie. His skin felt incredible everywhere he touched me. His cock pressed against my thigh, practically burning a hole through his shorts.

Okay, maybe a lot of fooling around.

I held my breath as he pulled my bralette off. His eyes were wide as he stared at my bare breasts. He made an appreciative sound as he lowered his head to them, lapping eagerly at my hard nipples.

"Hmmff… perfect… so pretty… want you so bad… Camille…"

I let my hands slide through his hair as he devoured my breasts, one at a time. He was like a starving man. But I knew he was well fed.

He was starving for me.

Knowing that he was desperate for me, feeling his passion, did something to me. Something profound. I felt a sense of my own power in a way I never had before. I did this to him.

Me.

He lifted his head and stared at me. His gorgeous blue eyes were softly focused and dark with desire. I'd never had a man look at me like that. The look was sweet but also hard. Possessive. That's when it hit me. The reason I'd been so skittish around him from the start.

He didn't just want me.

He wanted to own me.

I let out a squeal as he tore my panties off my body. I heard the delicate lace rip in his eagerness to get me undressed. I didn't mind. They were only panties.

And what he did to me next made up for it.

And then some.

Cade's mouth found my pussy, practically diving into it. He kissed me deeply, tonguing me the way he did when he kissed my mouth. I was gasping for air in seconds, my body writhing around on the bed.

I felt penetrated but in a miraculous, wonderful, amazing way. And that was just his mouth Camille… I arched off the bed as he fucked me with his tongue. Like the rest of him, it was big and strong and perfect.

Cade was perfect.

That's what I thought as I closed my eyes, a surprisingly monumental orgasm ripping through me. I was shivering as I came down, my entire body covered in goosebumps. I realized I had actually lifted my hips up off the bed.

Cade's hands were still holding my hips up as he blew cool air on my pussy. Then he started working on me again. I was so sensitive I nearly screamed as he swirled his tongue over my pussy lips. This time he licked upwards, flicking his tongue against my clit as I made high pitched whimpers. He slid one finger inside me and that was it.

I came again, shuddering wildly in his hands. My whole body convulsed and I felt a tremendous release pour out of me, leaving me limp and sated. I was spread open, exposed to him, both my cheeks resting in his big, hot palms. I was a puddle of orgasmy goodness. I'd never felt anything like it in my life.

But he still did not stop. After barely a pause, he began again, this time using his finger on my clit and his tongue inside me. He went slower this time, bringing me to the brink and keeping me there for what felt like forever.

After the third orgasm he lifted his head. Our eyes met and I felt a shock of something wild and deep go straight to my core.

We were two different people in that moment. Different than an hour before. Different maybe from who we'd ever been.

He climbed up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. He kissed my lips and I tasted myself. Sweet and tangy. He brushed my hair out of my face, kissing my forehead. Then he guided his shaft to my slick lips. But he didn't push inside me. He just slid back and forth.

If he had tried to fuck me then I would not have stopped him. I wanted him inside me. Desperately. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard.

But he was keeping his word.

That knowledge did something to me. A hard twisted knot in my chest started to untangle itself, leaving me wide open. I stared up at him as he braced himself above me.

The hot spear of his cock struck my clit with each long slow stroke. My lips curled around his shaft. My hands found his shoulders.

I was afraid to speak.

Afraid of what I might say.