Chapter Thirteen: Your Scent… So Beautiful
1063 Words
Tara Blakewood
I started moving slowly, letting the morning sunlight creep into the room, reaching my window and eyes.
Last night came back to my mind. I glanced to the side. Kaiden was still asleep, and he looked peaceful yet incredibly tempting.
For a moment, I felt as if he were my husband. I think it was the way his hands had hugged my waist, the way I had relaxed into him, letting myself slip away from between them. I moved completely, placing the blanket over him.
My eyes wandered around, looking for the kitchen. I didn’t head straight for it to start cooking. I grabbed an apron hanging nearby and put it on.
I turned to get a chair to reach some ingredients. But I didn’t make it far. Kaiden’s bare chest blocked my way at the top of the stairs. He was standing there, looking at me with unreadable eyes.
“Good morning, Mr. Kaiden.”
I said, trying to lighten the tension. His gaze burned me.
“Good morning, Tara.”
He scanned me from head to toe.
“What are you doing, little thief?”
He looked down at my feet. I think he meant my slippers.
“I’m making breakfast.”
I continued moving, trying to finish what I had started, avoiding him, but now that he was here, it was pointless.
“Where are the ingredients, Mr. Kaiden?”
“There.”
He pointed to a high shelf, out of my reach.
“Can you give me a little help?”
I pointed to the shelf.
“Why not.”
He stepped forward, opened the shelf, and stared inside. Then he turned around. I shouldn’t have looked, yet I did sometimes at his back, sometimes at his hand. I couldn’t decide what deserved my gaze.
“Where did you go, little one?”
He did that on purpose. I stared at him. I’m not lightheaded, but what can I do if my heart overrules my brain?
“Give me the black pepper and salt, please.”
I avoided his eyes as I spoke.
“Here.”
I looked up and took the containers from his hands.
He stepped closer. I turned back to face him. He was inches away. Closer still, his breath brushing my face. His eyes scanned my eyes, my cheeks, finally resting on my lips—moving across my face with his gaze.
He placed his hands on the kitchen counter, trapping me between them.
His relaxed eyes locked on mine. His broad, sculpted chest pressed against my small, soft body.
He lowered his head slowly, resting it in the hollow of my neck. His warm breath broke down all the defenses I had built before him.
He placed his palms on either side of my waist, surrounding it with his hands. The touch brought a sense of safety that settled deep inside me.
“Your scent… so beautiful.”
He whispered softly, inhaling the fragrance of my neck.
His hands moved over my waist slowly, in a way my heart and body loved. Automatically, my hands went to his broad shoulders. His hands drifted slightly downward.
“Do you realize how hard it is to stand in front of you like this, and want to taste the juice of that strawberry?”
His husky, calm voice met my eyes. The distance between our lips was nearly zero.
“What strawberry, sir…”
I whispered, but couldn’t finish.
“This strawberry.”
He said quickly. Before his lips touched mine gently, he pressed his forbidden manhood against me, moving slowly over my strawberry, sparking desire in my body.
He grabbed both my thighs, seating me on the kitchen counter.
He took my lower lip between his, sucking it hungrily, filling the quiet space with soft, wet sounds.
I didn’t resist him. My fingers caressed his raven-black hair gently. His sucking sent pain and pleasure through my femininity, making my body ache for more.
He pulled my lower lip, then my upper. I couldn’t stop my muffled moans.
He pinched my thigh, making me arch toward him, then slid his tongue inside me. I felt him searching for my tongue, finding it, moving it against mine.
I lost control. I gripped his hair tighter, moaning deeply into his mouth.
I let go of his hair and moved my hands to his chest, pressing lightly. My breath was running out.
He pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva, ending our first kiss with a shallow one. His forehead rested against mine as he panted. My cheeks were red; his were not.
“Did you like it?”
I lowered my head, resting it against his chest, realizing what he meant.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“What’s embarrassing?”
The question made sense. I couldn’t even count all the embarrassing things happening here. He never shamed himself, even after kissing me, staring at my lips as if he wanted to kiss them again. I pushed him back, but he didn’t budge.
“Please, Mr. Kaiden, that’s enough.”
I begged, my voice soft, trying to appear tearful.
“I’m not done.”
I stared at him. This man is insane. What more does he want?
“True, one kiss isn’t much, but we’re both betraying like this.”
“Both of us? Me and you betray…”
He interrupted, rolling his eyes with boredom.
“It doesn’t matter who else exists, as long as what we do pleases us. When you’re with me, forget the world. Be selfish. Think of yourself.”
“Maybe it’s easy for you to say that, but not for someone getting married in two months.”
“And what about someone who got married a month ago?”
He said it like a lightning strike: Married for a month.
“A month and a half, to be exact.”
Damn. I wish I had a bit of his coldness.
“As if the first day of my honeymoon was for you, and you played for her on the beach that day.”
“Do you mean you left your wife asleep on your first honeymoon day to play for another girl on the beach?”
“Exactly.”
His short answers were irritating, especially when the topic was serious.
He grabbed me suddenly by my waist and lifted me off the counter.
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