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"God, you feel good," he groans.

"Yeah—Cayden—"

"Uh-huh." He somehow seems to understand my unspoken plea, because his hands hook in the fabric of my top. He pushes it higher, lifting away from me just long enough for us to get theoffending fabric off and over my head. He reaches behind his head to grab his collar, somehow managing to get both layers off as one.

When he lays back over me this time, it's even better, because there's skin. I run my hands over all of it, and holy shit.

I knew his time in the army and his work at the mill had been good to him, but I'd had no idea. Ropes of thick muscle bulge beneath my fingertips. He's hot and hard, with a dusting of sandy hair across his chest, and I want it all.

We're both in too much of a rush to deal with my bra. He pulls the cups down and scoops his hands inside. His rough palms on that soft flesh makes me even wetter, my clit twitching and nipples screaming at how good it feels. He pinches each tender nub in turn, and I groan into his mouth.

He nips at my bottom lip. "I love the noises you make."

"I love the way you touch me."

"Mmm, I love that, too."

With that, he pulls away from the kiss to lick and suck his way down my throat. He lingers again on the mark that Adam left there, but I don't have time to think about it. Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra. I help him to tear it away, and then his mouth is on my tits. The warm, wet suction makes need flare deep inside me. His chest is between my legs now, and I miss the hard bulge of his cock against my center. I can't grind against him like this. I'm suddenly desperate for relief.

Rubbing myself against him both fruitlessly and shamelessly, I thread my hands into his hair. I don't exactly push him down, but I maybe encourage him to head in that direction.

He lets out a little growl, tugging at my nipple with his teeth. Pleasure and pain zing through me at once. "Patience, baby."

I whine in frustration, but submit to his onslaught. His mouth on my skin feels so good, but I want more. After this morning's romp with Adam, I should have a little stamina, butit feels like Cayden has awakened a whole new level of sexual energy in me. Maybe it's the decades of wondering what might have been. Maybe it's just him. Maybe there's something in the water, or my dry spell, or the insane tension of being the only woman in a house filled with so many desirable men, but I can't handle it.

Finally, he relents, releasing my breasts to travel lower. He kisses beside my navel, then fits hands to my hips. I buck into that touch, reaching for the fly of my jeans. Before I can, though, he leans down.

My breath shudders and stops when he presses his lips to my pussy through the denim. It's the faintest flicker of pressure, but the heat of him seeps through.

"You want that, baby? Want me to eat you out?"

I throw my head back, dizzy, delirious. "Fuck, yes."

He makes quick work of my pants, tugging my underwear away as well. They're soaked, and they must carry the hot scent of sex from the way Adam filled me with his come this morning, but Cayden doesn't seem to notice. He casts them aside, and then I'm naked, spread for him.

Shoving my legs apart, he groans. "Pretty little pussy."

He slicks his thumb between my lower lips before grazing my clit. Fireworks shoot off inside me. I clench down inside, getting wetter and more ready for him.

But I'm still not prepared for the way he dives in. I cry out at the first swipe of his warm, soft tongue on my softest parts. He dips inside, then works his way up to my clit, and Jesus.

Cupping the backs of my thighs in his big hands, he opens me up wider. I let him, until I'm holding my own knees up and out of the way. I'm on display this way, my pussy throbbing to be filled, but he concentrates solely on my clit until I'm thrashing, tossing my head back and forth against the bed, close, only I can't quite get there.

"Inside," I chant, "please, please, need—"

"Fingers or cock?"

"Both—either—I don't—"

How can I possibly decide? I want everything, to be taken by this man in every way. In the last, remaining, rational pieces of my mind, I know we'll have a chance to do this again. Everything we've said today certainly implies that this isn't a one time thing, but I can't seem to convince my body of that fact.

Thank God, he makes the decision for me.

Pulling away from my pussy, he slides his slick lips up my abdomen. He makes a slight detour to kiss my breasts, but it doesn't last long. Before I know it, he's at my mouth again, pressing his tongue inside and working his belt free.

The leather finally gives. He pushes his jeans down, and I spare half a second to regret not having time to get him all the way naked, but the thought is there and gone in an instant, because then he's there. The fat head of his cock shoves at my needy cunt. He slips through the liquid there, getting himself slick with my juices.

"Can I? Need it—God, Haley—"