Page 68 of Broken Strings
He drops to the bed of daisies at my feet with his heated gaze holding me as his willing prisoner. “I don’t want to fuck you, Bam. I want toworshipyou.”
I choke back a sob as he edges closer on his knees, his face saying more than a thousand words ever could. The depth of his adoration, his utter love, takes centre stage, and I’m helpless before him.
Even on his knees at my feet, this man holds all the power. He owns me. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
He catches the hem of my strapless vest to push it upward, but my hand snakes out to tug it from his grasp, stopping him.
“No.” My tone is firm, brooking no argument.
His head tilts to the side questioningly as confusion dances across his beautiful face. “I want to see you, Summer. Please, let me see all of you.”
I play with the hem of my vest, wholly conflicted. I’m aware that time has a way of dimming your memories of those you love. However, time has not changed Caden’s body. If anything, time has perfected what our teenage years had but hinted at.
Caden’s body is 6 feet one inch and 180 pounds of sheer magnificence. There’s not an inch to pinch. He’s ripped without being overly so. He’s lean but well-defined, a sculptor’s dream.
I’ve been covered either by clothes, darkness, or both before now. I’ve ensured it. My body isn’t the same as it used to be. I’m more rounded; my curves are more predominant. I have the body of a woman. A woman who’s earned the right to own her flaws, and I’m proud to be who I am now.
But he remembers me fromthen. And there’s a part of me that’s terrified I won’t live up to the memories.
“I don’t look like I used to, Cade. Maybe parts of me do, but I’m not…I don’t look—”
Moving at the speed of light, Caden rises to stand, grasping my jaw in one palm while sliding his other hand around my waist to pull me up against his body.
“Do you notfeelwhat you do to me, Bam? Do you not realise I haven’t been able to get my dick up for anyone that’s notyou? That I fell in love with your soul at eight years of fucking age, and souls don’t age. Theyremember. They hold tight to the memories of how you felt, of who mattered. I didn’t fall in love with your face or your body—even though,fuck, both are magnificent.”
He drops his forehead to mine, his breath ghosting across my trembling lips as I barely hold it together.
“I fell in love with your soul. I fell in love with yourheart. Christ, Bam. You shouldknowthat you alone have always made this heart of mine beat.”
A single tear slips from my eye, only for Caden to lean forward to catch it on his tongue.
“Now show me nirvana so that I may worship at your feet, Summer. Give me this so that I can have something of my own because,Christ, I gave you all of me so fucking long ago I forget what it’s like to be whole.”
The absolute honesty in his voice is my undoing.
Gripping the hem of my vest, I raise it higher and higher, exposing more and more flesh until I lift it above my head and drop it to the ground beside us. My bra follows, landing softly on the sea of white and gold surrounding us.
My nipples draw up into tight little buds, jutting out and simply begging to be touched. A small breeze skates across the flower-strewn meadow, making me shiver despite the heat of the sun overhead.
My eyes slowly drift from the daisies at his feet, up along every inch of his nakedness all the way to his face.
I swallow roughly, overwhelmed at the emotion in his gaze as I reach behind me to work at the zip fastening on my skirt. It falls to the ground when I inch the zip down until I’m bared to his gaze, clad in just a simple pair of plain white panties.
“Christ almighty, Summer. There are no words…”
Caden swallows harshly, his eyes leaving mine to caress every sweep, curve, and dip of my matured figure. He brings his hand up to caress my rounded hip, his index finger brushing across some light stretch marks along the way.
Reverence dances in his eyes as they follow the path of his fingers from my hip, across my stomach, and up my rib cage to cup a heavy breast in his palm.
My eyes flutter shut when he bends his head to take my nipple into the heat of his mouth. His tongue swirls around the erect bud before he nips it sharply between his teeth, making me cry out. The sound resonates through the air around us as my hands fly to his head, gripping his hair tightly to hold him in place.
He takes his time with one breast before moving on to the other. Nip, suck, tug, soothe. His mouth works its magic as I undulate against him.
Letting my breast go with a pop, he grips the nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching roughly while tugging his hair free of my grip. His mouth swoops up to capture my cry of pained pleasure while his hands dip around my ass to hold me flush against his hardness.
His assault almost knocks me off balance when he plunges his tongue inside my mouth, teeth clashing as our tongues duel for dominance.
He snakes his hands around my hips, and his fingers wrap around the thin material at the sides of my panties. The sound of ripping hits my ears, and I feel a rush of arousal pool directly in my core as he tugs the ruined material from my body.
