Page 5 of Risk (Gods #3)

A n explosion of heat bursts inside my chest, quickly spreading throughout my body—from the tips of my fingers and down to my bare toes.

My blood sizzles.

My brain malfunctions.

Because he’s kissing me.

Kaden is actually kissing me.

The feel of his lips against mine has mine parting on instinct. His tongue slips into my mouth, sliding against mine. He tastes like beer and the mint gum he was chewing earlier.

My hand on his shoulder slides up into his hair, fingers curling into the thick strands. I kick off the heels so I don’t fall again. I don’t want anything to break this moment. I lift up onto my toes. That’s one of the things I like about Kaden—he’s really tall.

I’m a tall woman myself, and it’s hard to find guys who are considerably taller than me.

But he is, and I fucking love it. I know this isn’t the same for all women, but for me, personally, there’s just something about a guy being taller than me that makes me feel feminine, especially in the sexy kind of circumstances, like this one.

Turning us as if it were a practiced move, Kaden presses my back against the wall of the elevator, and his hand slips under the thigh-high split in my dress and grips my leg.

He lifts it, hooking it around his hip, and presses his hips against mine, putting his cock against the part where I want him most.

And, holy crap, his dick is hard already.

I can’t stop the moan that slips from me.

I’m silently thanking Ari for buying me a bridesmaid dress with a thigh split. I owe her big time.

I dig my heel into his firm ass cheek, bringing his cock even closer to me.

The rough noise he makes in his throat sends a bolt of lust shooting through me, making my stomach clench.

He starts to kiss me harder, like a man starved, threading his fingers into my hair, angling my head right where he wants it.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. So raw and deep and thorough. He’s consuming me whole with this one kiss, and I want him to. I really fucking want him to.

The elevator pings its arrival at my floor. His mouth breaks away from mine. His eyes cut past me, and I turn my head to see the hall beyond the elevator doors empty.

I turn my eyes back to Kaden. His pupils are so dilated that there’s more black than brown at this point, and his hair is tousled from my fingers in it.

“You’ve had two glasses of champagne since you were with me, Beautiful. How many before that?” His voice is low and raspy and so very fucking sexy.

Beautiful . The term makes me internally squeal like a teenage girl.

“If you’re asking if I’m drunk, then no. I know exactly what I’m doing. And what I want to be doing is you .”

“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me.”

I move my mouth closer to his. I feel his hot breath caress my lips.

“I want you,” I whisper. “I guess the only question is…do you want me?”

My breathing, heart, and emotions all halt as I wait for his response.

If he stops this, I think I’ll die on the spot. Dramatic, I know, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

“That’s never been in question.”

My breathing, heart, and emotions all restart, utter exhilaration soaring through me.

Kaden grips hold of my thighs and hauls me up his big body, lifting me. I emit a squeak of surprise as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Shoes!” I tell him as he starts to move.

They might have been killer heels, but no self-respecting woman leaves behind a gorgeous pair of shoes.

He leans forward, lowering me backward, and I retrieve my heels off the floor.

Straightening up, he strides out of the elevator with me. “Room?” he asks gruffly.

“Four-seven-oh-five.”

I can barely contain my shivers as he carries me down the hall to my room. I honestly don’t even care if anyone sees him carrying me like this—well, except for any of my brothers, but I know none of them are on this floor.

He stops at my door. “Where’s your room key?”

I know it’s just registering in his head that I don’t have a purse with me. I didn’t want the hassle of carrying a purse around during the wedding, but obviously, I needed my cell and room key, so I bought one of those garter purses.

“It’s in my garter purse,” I tell him. “You’ll have to put me down so I can get it.”

Seeming reluctant—which I like a hell of a lot—he lowers me to my feet.

I hand him my heels, and then I reach down and lift my dress, revealing my leg that was hidden by the fabric, stopping just before the apex of my thighs. I don’t want to show the goods out here in the hall.

I glance at Kaden, and his eyes are fixed on the garter purse.

It’s basically a lacy garter with a little satin enclosure that Velcroes shut, which is where my cell and key card have been all night.

There were three colors to choose from—white, black, and sultry red. Of course, I went for the red.

Kaden’s stare lifts to mine. “Keep that on.”

Holy shit.

The order is firm and direct. He will be the one taking the garter off tonight.

My stomach muscles clench with desire.

I slip my cell and the key card from the garter, and with my hand shaking with excitement, I unlock the door, letting us into the dark room.

I’ve barely switched the light on before he yanks me to him, spinning me around and shoving me up against the wall and slamming his lips down on mine.

I really like how he manhandles me. Because it’s not in a bad way, but in a I want you right fucking now way.

It’s so hot.

He’s hot.

I’m hot.

But more in the my skin is burning up, and my body is going to go up in flames if he doesn’t fuck me right now hot.

My cell and key card slip from my hands, dropping to the carpeted floor with a thud, and my fingers plunge into his thick hair as our tongues slip and slide against each other.

God, the feel and smell of him…everything about him turns me on.

He’s just like I imagined he would be—rough and masculine. I could honestly weep with joy right now.

Kissing the guy you’ve lusted after for ages and him being even more than you imagined is just fucking beautiful.

I undulate my hips against his, seeking out relief against the pressure throbbing in my clit.

His mouth moves from mine, kissing along my jaw, down my neck, and to my chest. He presses hot, wet kisses along my cleavage and gives my skin a nip with his teeth before dropping to his knees.

“You, in this fucking dress, have been driving me crazy all day.”

Oh. My. God.

He pushes my dress up, gripping the fabric in his fists, until it reaches the tops of my thighs, keeping my panties covered. “And knowing you’ve been wearing this beneath it all fucking day…” He growls out the words as he traces his fingertip along the skin beneath the garter, making me shudder.

I need his touch to be a little higher and to the left.

But he doesn’t touch me where I need. Instead, he puts his lips to the skin at the side of my knee. I feel the touch of his tongue, and I nearly come out of my skin.

And that’s how it goes. Slow, torturous kisses up my inner thigh, until he reaches the garter. I feel the gentle graze of his teeth against the skin there.

My whole body is trembling with anticipation. I need to hold on to something for support, but there’s nothing, so I press my palms against the wall behind me.

His fingers slide under the garter and grip it, pulling it taut against my thigh. The bite of fabric into my skin excites me. I feel a warm breath blow over my pussy before Kaden’s head tilts back, showing his stunning eyes.

He stares at me, like he’s asking for my permission to proceed—and I love that about him.

Moving my hand from the wall, I slide my fingers into his hair and whisper one word. “Yes.”

Kaden pushes my dress all the way up, revealing my red lace thong.

I didn’t want a visible panty line, and I like to match my underwear color to my outfits. Also, I like expensive underwear. It’s the only thing I ever treat myself to.

Strong hands slide up to grasp my ass cheek, and when he feels skin there instead of fabric, he pauses.

“Thong,” I tell him.

He groans a tortured sound, which makes my thighs clench. He hooks his fingers around the thin strap of fabric at the top of my ass and pulls it tight so the thong presses tight against my clit, making it throb.

Kaden looks up at me before leaning his face in and pressing his nose to my pussy. He inhales deeply, and it’s so blatantly erotic that I almost come on the spot.

“You smell so fucking good.”

Sweet Jesus.

Lust blurs my vision.

I feel the wet heat of his tongue sliding over my panties, and my knees nearly buckle.

I know how wet I am, and now, so does he. He clearly likes it by the deep, rumbling growl I hear come from him.

He lets go of my dress, and it falls over his head, covering him entirely, which is hot as fuck.

His fingers hook into my thong, and he yanks it down to my ankles. I step out of them. My leg is lifted and placed on his shoulder, opening me up for him. I feel his finger circle my hole before sliding inside me.

I moan loud enough to wake the dead.

When his wet mouth closes around my clit, I almost black out.

How I’m still upright is beyond me.

It feels too good, and not being able to see him under all that fabric, see what he’s doing to me, is driving me insane in the best of ways.

All I can do is press my back against the wall and try to stay upright while Kaden gives me the best pleasure of my life.

It’s like he already knows my body, knows what I like, because he’s hitting the right spots without any direction.

He slides a second finger inside me, and when he hooks his fingers and hits that magical spot inside me and sucks hard on my clit, I fragment like an atomic bomb.

My insides liquefy, and my limbs fail me.

Kaden grips hold of my hip, keeping me upright.

White spots dance before my eyes while my pussy pulses, my muscles tightening around his fingers.

He keeps licking my clit, eating me like he can’t get enough, until I have to tell him to stop.

“Kaden,” I pant, “I can’t take it anymore.”

I start yanking up my dress, desperate to see him, and he slides out from under the fabric with glistening lips.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The action is so primal and dirty that desire reignites in me. All I can think about is having him inside me.

I slide down the wall and straddle him. I plunge my fingers into his hair and crush my lips to his.

I like that I can taste myself on his tongue; it drives me crazy with desire.

Kaden’s arm bands around me, holding me tight to him.

His body is as firm as sculptured stone, and I’m definitely feeling a lot of stone under his dress pants.

A massive stone actually.

I grind down on his cock, and he makes a tortured sound against my mouth.

“You want me?” I murmur.

“You know I do,” he growls, wrapping my hair around his hand and tugging my head back.

“So, take me,” I say, meeting his eyes.

He dips his head and kisses a path down my neck to my cleavage. “I intend to, but I’m not rushing this.”

But I want him to rush it. I want him to fuck me hard and fast. I want to pull his dick out of his pants and slide down on it and ride him hard.

But Kaden has his own ideas on how this is going to go, and it seems he’s in charge.

He stands, taking me with him, so I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me over to the foot of the bed and puts me on my feet.

“Turn around,” he tells me.

It sounds like an order, one I happily obey—because it gets me one step closer to having him inside me.

I’ve been lusting after this man for way too long, so I’m far too eager for him to fuck me, and I don’t even care if he knows.

He sweeps my long hair over one shoulder and unhooks the fastener at the top of the dress. Then, he slowly and tortuously slides down the zipper.

The sound in the silence of the room is sexy as fuck.

When the zipper reaches the bottom, his strong fingers slip under the shoulder straps, and he slips them down my arms. Taking over, I push the dress down my hips and let it hit the floor. Leaving me in just my strapless bra. I unclip the fastener and drop it to the floor.

Then, I glance back at him over my shoulder.

His eyes are dark and fixed on me.

He’s not touching me, but he looks like he really wants to.

“Turn around. I want to see you.” His voice is as rough as gravel, and the sound skates over my skin, causing me to break out in goose bumps.

I suddenly feel nervous as I slowly turn to face him.

I’m fairly confident in myself, but I do have some hang-ups about my body, like most women do.

I was blessed with pretty good genes, but sure, I wish my belly were a little flatter, my boobs a little bigger, but all of that worry I feel about myself turns to dust from the way Kaden is looking at me.

He’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

It’s the most empowering feeling I have ever had.

His voice sounds raw, gravelly when he says, “Everything I imagined, every inch of your body as I saw it in my head, was perfect. But nothing—and I mean, nothing—was as close to the perfection that you actually are.” He sounds like the words are being ripped from him.

His dark eyes meet mine. “You are breathtaking, Missy. I don’t fucking deserve you. No man possibly could.”

Heart pounding, body trembling, I take a step closer to him. “I want you , Kaden.”