Page 88 of Cautious Love

I shiver at his tone, and while his lips caress my own, his hands slide under my shirt up my ribs, and his warm palms find my chest.

He gently squeezes before drawing them down my ribs, dragging a moan from my throat.

“I have no intention of taking this further, but I want to make you feel good,” he says into my neck.

Sweat beads at the top of my spine and between my breasts, whimpering from the roughness of his hands against my skin.

“I’m not sure what that means, but yes,” I mumble my head tipped back and my eyes closed, purely focused on the sensations of his skin against mine.

He chuckles and grazes his teeth over my exposed collarbone. “I wouldn’t be doing a very good job if I ignore my surroundings and focus on making you scream my name.”

I sigh as his tongue draws up my neck. “I don’t know, that sounds wonderful,” I mumble.

He grabs the edges of my shirt and yanks it off my body, tossing it away. His mouth captures my nipple and his tongue grazes the hard point. I grab his soft hair, overwhelmed.

“Ledger,” I gasp.

He groans, switching to the other while his thick fingers grab and pinch, making me whimper. “This will have to be enough for now,” he grumbles into my skin.

“Why?” I whine rolling my hips.

He huffs and takes my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “Because Shiloh, you not only deserve my full attention, but you deserve more than a tired man, sitting in this chair, waiting for your safety to be threatened again. I won’t have that. When I have you, I will take care of you in all ways, and it certainly won’t be in this damn chair,” he says.

I smile and push his hair back. “My goodness, you know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

He chuckles. “I’m not known for that, but you do pull something out of me.”

I bite down on my lower lip as the friction of his shirt is like striking a match to every nerve ending in my body. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I whisper.

His hand slides over my stomach and between my thighs. “You should,” he murmurs and kisses me so deeply my toes curl. I want him everywhere and anywhere. I can make my own choices, and I need this man like I need air.

I reach for his shirt, and he pushes my hands away. “Ah, ah,” he says.

I grumble and cross my arms.

Ledger chuckles and nips my lip. “Let me focus on you,” he rasps, nuzzling his nose into my neck, pressing his lips over my pulse point. I gasp and shiver at the same time, never having felt the sensation before, and I tug on his hair.

He leans back. “You are impatient, aren’t you?” he asks.

I tug his hair in response, and his eyes flare.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” he mutters and takes my mouth again.

I am totally and completely at his mercy, and I’m happy for it. I can feel the walls of forced strength crumbling around me. It’s not because of the way he kisses me, it’s not because his body feels right pressed to mine. I am tired of being strong. I don’t want to be that anymore, and with Ledger I don’t have to be.

I can let go.

His hand slips beneath my waistband and pauses at the apex of my thighs.

“Shy, look at me,” he commands.

I lift my head from his shoulder and roll my hips at the same time, searching for his fingers.

“Is this okay?” he asks, ignoring the fact that I’m already chasing him with my body.

“Yes. Please, Ledger,” I moan.

He kisses my shoulder before moving his fingers. His groan nearly undoes me. I can feel how much he’s enjoying this too.