Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I kiss her lips before telling her, “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I need to see your eyes when you’re coming all over my cock.”
The heated gaze she is giving me about makes me lose control. I focus all my efforts on her, on making her feel good. I stroke her clit with my thumb as I pound into her. She wraps her legs around me and I bring her closer to the counter’s edge, moving in and out of her. When she tightens on my hardness, I increase the pressure of my hand on her nub and slowly stroke her insides with my cock.
“Cane…” She moans my name, all the while with her eyes on me.
I can see the desire in their depths and the emotion filling her face. It’s almost too much, this unspoken connection between us. I’m filling her up and our gazes are trained on each other. “Come for me, baby. I need to come but I want you on my cock when I do. Milk me, baby.”
As if on command, her legs squeeze into my hips, putting them into a vise grip. I don’t stop though; I keep penetrating her until she’s pushed over the edge and she’s coming in my arms.
My orgasm rips through me and a guttural moan leaves my lips, but I still don’t take my eyes off her.
When our breathing comes back to normal, I lean in and kiss the lone tear that escaped down her cheek. I don’t ask her about it. I don’t have to. I know it was intense, and her emotions are on edge. Hell, I felt the same thing.
Chapter 6
Candy
My night is going better than I ever expected. The best sex I ever had, a smorgasbord of Chinese food and a romantic comedy on television. I’m wrapped up in Cane’s arms as we watch the credits go by. I turn the movie off and a television show comes on. I lower the volume and lay back in his arms.
“There’s something we probably need to talk about, Candy,” he murmurs against my temple.
“Uh, sure. Do you want something to drink?” I ask him.
“No, I’m fine. I just think there’s something you need to know about me… well, something you should know.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ve freaked you out because of my list. My friend Sugar told me it was crazy and she’s probably right. I never should have told you about it.”
I sit sideways on the couch and face him.
He holds on to my hand and I lace our fingers together. “You didn’t freak me out. Tell me more about it. What’s all on it?”
I shake my head.
“C’mon, I want to know.” He leans over and kisses me.
“Well, let’s see. Handsome, kind, funny, happy, likes to help people.” The more I name off my list, the more I realize that he fits everything. “Let’s see, well, single, of course, no kids.”
“You don’t want kids?” he interrupts.
“No. I mean, yeah, I do. Eventually. Just not right now,” I assure him shyly. I’m beginning to see that this is getting more and more personal.
“Oh” is all he says as he leans back in the cushion.
I know I should never have brought up the stupid list. He’s now probably thinking I’m trying to saddle him into forever.
“What were you going to tell me?” I snuggle into his chest.
He’s quiet for a moment and then looks down into my face. “Oh, uh, I was going to break it to you that my favorite movies are action movies. I didn’t want to get your hopes up that we would always be watching romantic comedies.”
I laugh at him, kiss his lips and tell him, “I think I can handle it.”
The rest of the night we sit there and talk about our days. I tell him about my friend Sugar and how I’m worried about her. He tells me about a new app he’s working on. He doesn’t talk a lot about his family, but I figure I shouldn’t push him on it. I’m one that definitely understands family and heartache and don’t want to bring up any sad memories for him.
He’s a little more reserved since our talk about the list and I’m afraid that I’ve freaked him out. I spend the rest of the night keeping things fun and flirty.
“So I’m thinking that you need a Christmas tree in here.” He chuckles, looking over into the empty corner. I cleaned a space for the tree; I just haven’t got one yet.
I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, well, Christmas Eve is in two days. It would be a waste now at this point.”
His arms tighten around me. “I disagree. Even if we just put lights on it, I think a little Christmas cheer would be good for you. Your granny would want that for you, honey.”