“We’ll go together,”
Kade answered. That was when I realized he’d done this before.
“This isn’t your
first time.”
“No, Sweetheart.” He
touched my cheek. “I’ve got you.”
He so did. He
totally had me, and I hardly knew him.
He then threaded his
fingers through my hair. I couldn’t stop the moan. “We need to braid this.” His
voice was seductively soft. This man was going to be my undoing. He’d thought
ahead when he pulled an elastic tie from his pocket.
His strong fingers
twisted my hair; his touch lingered on my neck, like he was enjoying the moment
as much as me. I was so wet and all he was doing was braiding my hair. The
thought of his mouth on me had an ache accompanying the wet heat. He tugged
lightly on my hair, but the thought of him pulling my head back for his kiss,
caused more heat to pool between my legs. It was official, I had no control around
him, and I fucking loved it.
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