“Kayde—” My voice caught as one hand moved up my stomach, the other tilting my chin so he could kiss me. At first, I struggled to meet him, my body still reeling from Darlene and the reminder of exactly what I was to him.
My hands pressed against his chest, not quite pushing away but not melting in either. The hurt was too fresh. The image of that lipstick stain, her perfume, her threats... they all flashed behind my closed eyes.
But Kayde didn’t stop. He kissed me deeper, slower, like he was coaxing me back to him. His mouth moved against mine with that devastating skill, possessive yet somehow tender in the way only he could manage. One hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my n****e until it hardened under the hot spray while the other slid down between my thighs, fingers stroki
