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“Thanks. I rent it. I moved here a year ago and wasn’t sure if I would be staying or not.” She shrugged. She tossed her bag on the floor beside the couch. She loved her landlady. Miss Daphne was a sweet older woman who was retired and owned two properties that helped bring in additional income for her. The home was a ranch-style property with two bedrooms and one bath. It was the perfect size for her. “Here, let me get you that cake I promised.”
She spun on her heel and scurried to the kitchen.
No need to get scared now, girl.
She bit back a chuckle. She flipped on the light in the kitchen and beelined it to the sink. She had fallen in love with the kitchen when she’d first seen it. She loved to cook and bake, andit had plenty of room for her to do everything she would need to do. After washing her hands, she obtained two plates and utensils. Her prized cake she’d baked was on the island safely secured under a glass dome. She lifted the top and was assaulted by the aroma of sweet chocolatey goodness. Footsteps echoed behind her. She looked over her shoulder to find Draven standing in the doorway.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him practically filling up the space. The room suddenly felt too small. Her heart raced as she met his light-blue eyes which were locked on her. The heat in them had her clenching her thighs together. Her gaze traveled down to his shirt that was causally draped over his muscular body that she’d got to feel for a brief moment. Her gaze dropped down to the area she had felt a very large bulge and wondered what his dick looked like.
She snapped her gaze away and turned back to the cake. She cut him a piece and placed it on a plate.
“One piece of cake for you,” she announced.
He came to her side and leaned against the island. The warmth of his gaze did not leave her. Cashea’s skin prickled as if he had already touched her. She grabbed a fork and presented thecake to him. She sliced a piece and held the fork out to him. He glanced down at it first before coming back to meet her stare. He opened his mouth slightly and allowed her to feed him the first bite.
The fluttering in her stomach increased. Draven slowly chewed then swallowed. She placed the plate down on the counter and closed the short distance between them. She needed to touch him again. His hands came to rest on her waist automatically. Her hands rested on his solid wall of a chest. She tilted back her head so she could watch his expression.
“What do you think?” she breathed. Her hands slowly traveled up, and she pressed closer. Her breasts were crushed between them. His body radiated a heat and power that she could feel coiled up inside him.
His eyes darkened as they watched her.
“It’s good,” he murmured.
She leaned up on her tiptoes, and his head lowered. Their lips met in a hard kiss. Draven’s tongue thrust inside her mouth, immediately dominating the kiss. The taste of the chocolate greeted her. A moan left her; his hands moved down to her ass and brought her flushagainst him. Cashea’s fingers made their way to his head and dove into his thick hair.
The power of his kiss washed over her. His lips were soft and steady as they moved along hers. His tongue baited hers, sweeping inside to coax hers to duel with his. Cashea tilted her head to the side, the kiss deepening. Draven spun them around to where her back met the island. His lips left hers and blazed a hot trail of kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. His callused hand slid along her shoulders, knocking the thin straps of her dress down her arms. She shimmied them and allowed the dress to fall to her feet.
Draven paused and lifted his head. Her hands slipped from him and came to rest on the island behind her. She bit her lip, his heated gaze sweeping along her. Usually, this would be the moment all of her insecurities came rushing to her, but they weren’t there. Her body wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t model thin. She had hips, she had a pudge of a stomach, large breasts, and ample ass. With the way Draven was hungrily staring at her, she felt downright sexy.
She dragged air into her lungs and wondered what he was thinking. Her nipples pressed against her strapless bra. The irritating material had to go.She reached up and unsnapped the contraption and let it fall to the floor with her dress, leaving her only in her small scrap of panties.
“Fuck,” Draven cursed. His gaze flicked to hers. The hunger burned bright in his blue orbs. His hands came to rest on her cheeks. “Are you sure, Cashea?”
She reached for the bottom of his shirt, dying to see what he looked like underneath it. She jerked her head in a nod, unable to formulate words. She tugged on the cotton material and dragged it over his head. She dropped it down onto the growing pile of clothes. Her hands returned to him and softly traced the lines on his stomach. He was like chiseled marble. Smooth skin, muscles well defined, and a sprinkle of hair on his chest that trailed down his abdomen and disappeared beneath his jeans. Absolutely breathtaking.
“My bedroom is down the hall,” she whispered, finally getting her voice back.
He bent down and hoisted her up by the backs of her knees. She held on to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He spun around and exited the kitchen and made his way down the hall. They burst through her bedroom door. She had left thesmall lamp on her nightstand on since she had known she would return home late.
Draven stalked his way to her bed. He gently placed her on the center then stood back. She lifted onto her elbows and watched him reach for his belt. Her breaths were coming a mile a minute. He slid the belt open then reached for the button of his jeans. This was one show Cashea could not look away from. He pushed down his jeans, revealing his black boxer briefs. Her gaze zeroed in on the large bulge that was pressing against the cotton material. He knelt on the bed and came to her. He braced himself over her and lowered his head.
He paused; his lips mere millimeters from hers. Those eyes of his had her captivated. They grew darker as they took her in.
“Cashea, I can’t offer much,” he began.
She reached up and pressed her finger to his lips. He didn’t need to go any further. She wasn’t asking for anything from him. There was no reason he needed to think she would want something from him after this night. They were two consenting adults who needed what the other could provide. There was something in his eyes that revealed he needed this.
She could be the reprieve of whatever demons were on his shoulders.
“How about just tonight?” she whispered. She cupped his face and brought him down to seal their lips together.
He froze for a brief moment before opening his mouth. The kiss quickly grew frantic. Cashea gave him a push, and Draven fell back onto his back. She smiled and knelt on the bed. His eyes didn’t leave her when she hooked her fingers underneath her panties and pulled them down.
She tossed them over onto the floor. “Let me take care of you.”
Her hands went to his shoulders. She leaned over him and softly kissed him. She had a deep desire to make him feel wanted and needed. She had a feeling his life hadn’t been easy, and if she could give him one night where he could let go of everything that was on his mind, then she would be one happy woman.
One of his hands cupped the back of her head while their kiss deepened. She moaned, loving the feeling of her naked body resting next to his. She broke the kiss and trailed her lips over the rough shadow of a beard he had. The short bristles tickled her nose. She trailed kisses along his chin and dovedown to his chest. There was something about a man with a chiseled chest that did it for her. Draven was a man who worked the land and was in top shape. She was sure most of it was from his time in the service, but now that he was no longer, he still apparently kept himself in top shape. Her tongue slid down to his erect nipples. She bathed both of them, then traveled down to the ridges of his abdomen.
