Chapter 63 Anything I want
Kaden scoffs, shaking his head, but his grip on my thighs turns bruising. He watches the pad of my thumb run over the head of my cock, smeared with the slick proof of how much he’s wrecked me.
"You just say whatever the hell you're thinking, don't you?" he asks, his voice thick.
I shrug, my hand never stopping its slow, rhythmic slide. "How else am I supposed to get my point across?"
I stop the motion, hovering just above him. "Well, Kaden? What’s it going to be? Do you want to keep your face clean, or do you want to show me how much that throat can take while I’m still buried deep inside it?"
My strokes are fast now, desperate and heavy. I’m gripping myself so hard I can feel the pulse thrumming in my palm, a countdown I can’t stop.
"Think fast," I rasp, my head spinning. "I’m not holding this back much longer."
He starts to say something....some clever retort, no doubt....but he cuts himself off. The air between us shifts. He looks up, and the look in his eyes isn't defiance anymore. It’s an intensity so sharp it would probably make me second-guess this if I weren't in a total sexual frenzy.
"On one condition," he says, his voice cutting through the fog of my head.
"Whatever the hell you want," I choke out. I’m too far gone. I’d give him the deed to the vineyard right now just to let this tension snap.
"I get to ask you anything," he says. "And you have to answer honestly. No dodging. Anything I want."
For a split second, the part of my brain that’s kept me sane starts flashing red. It’s a massive liability. I start to weigh the cost, to wonder what kind of landmine I’m stepping on, but then Kaden moves. He cranes his neck back, offering me the full view of his throat, and reaches up to comb those wet, dark strands of hair away from his forehead. He’s exposing himself to me, making himself a target, and he knows exactly what it’s doing to my resolve.
It’s intentional. It’s a trap. And I’m walking into it with my eyes wide open.
"Sure," I groan, my hips stuttering as the first wave of the peak hits the base of my spine. I nod frantically, my fingers fisting in his hair to keep him right where I need him.
"Anything?" he presses, his gaze locked on mine, waiting for the trap to spring.
"Anything," I bark, and then the word is lost in a broken cry.
The orgasm takes over like a physical assault. My vision blurs into white static and the rough bark of the oak digs into my back, but all I can feel is the violent pulsing of my own body. I clamp my hand onto the back of Kaden’s head, anchoring him as I finally snap.
I come hard, the heat of it hitting his skin in heavy, thick bursts. I watch through a haze of pure, unadulterated lust as the first rope streaks across his cheek, followed by another over the bridge of his nose and his chin. I’m shaking, my breath coming in harsh, vocal hitches as I empty myself onto him, painting that pretty, arrogant face exactly the way I said I would.
Kaden shuts his eyes tight for a few seconds, his face tilted up to take it, his breathing just as wrecked as mine. When he finally opens them, my heart nearly stops.
He looks ruined. He looks claimed. The sight of him is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever seen. He doesn’t move to wipe it away. He just stays there, staring up at me with a look that says he knows he just bought a piece of my soul, and he can't wait to collect.
The roar in my ears starts to fade, replaced by the hollow whistle of the wind and the heavy, wet thud of my own heart. I’m still leaning against the tree, legs trembling, watching the steam rise off his skin in the cooling air.
Then it hits me.
Anything...
The word echoes back at me, sounding a lot more like a sentence than a bargain. I look down at him, at the way he’s watching me with that terrifying clarity. I just handed a blank check to a man who’s spent the last hour proving he can dismantle me with a look.
I never leave a loophole. But standing here, I realize I didn’t just make a deal. I opened a door I have no idea how to close.
What the hell is he going to ask?
He licks his lower lip, and I track the movement with a hunger that should be sated but isn't. Not even close. He reaches down, stroking himself through the denim of his jeans, the friction a sharp sound in the sudden quiet.
"I must be out of my damn mind," he mutters. His eyes dart to the side, refusing to meet mine, fixed on some invisible point in the dark vines.
I don't move at first. I just breathe him in. Then, I reach down, hooking my fingers under his chin and angling his face back up toward me. He looks both beautiful and volatile.
"You're trouble," I tell him, the word sounding more like a confession. My thumb brushes the edge of his jaw, mindful of the mess I've made.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a navy silk handkerchief. I hold it out between two fingers. "Unless you'd rather use your jacket," I say, gesturing with a slight nod to where his coat lies discarded on the grass behind him.
He doesn’t even glance at it. He snatches the handkerchief from my hand and looks away again, his jaw set tight as he begins to wipe his face. The movements are brisk, as if he’s trying to scrub the last few minutes out of existence. When he finally glances back at me, the sharp edge of reality has returned to his gaze.
"I need to call Josie," he says, and it’s not a request.
I nod even if my body is still humming. I reach down and take his upper arm, guiding him up from the grass. He stands, his legs a little unsteady for a fraction of a second before he finds his footing. He swipes some stray blades of grass off his damp jeans and leans over to retrieve his jacket.
He keeps the handkerchief bunched in his other hand, his knuckles white around the silk, but he won't look me in the eye.
I have a thousand things itching to get out, but I keep them locked down. Now isn't the time. I place my hand on the small of his back and begin to lead him toward the side of the property where the main house sits.
He doesn't shrug me off this time. He lets me lead him, walking in a silence so thick it feels like we're moving through deep water. The deal we made is walking right there with us.