This scene features Cade and Alexa. Poor Alexa, I can’t even imagine the inner-turmoil of falling for a porn-star.
All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2012 Kendall Ryan
He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, letting out a curse. “Don’t tempt me, Lex.” His voice was a rough plea in the silence of the room. The nickname on his lips felt far more intimate than it had any right to. Friends shortened my name all the time, but it never made my heart jump.
I turned to face him on the couch, knowing this was crazy. He was a freakin’ porn star. A bad boy with a capital B. Not someone I should crush on, but there it was all the same, pulsing in my chest. A want, a fierce desire I couldn’t name and definitely shouldn’t explore.
I wanted to be at the receiving end of those big hands, strong and calloused, yet still gentle. I wondered if it could be a simple infatuation, like you felt for a movie star. I’d watched him in the most intimate of moments, maybe I’d developed some type of freaky fascination that wasn’t based on anything but his sexy body driving my sexless one into overdrive.
But when Cade turned to me and brought his hand up to cradle the back of my neck and pull me in close to his waiting lips, all coherent thought escaped me.
He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away before his mouth captured mine in a scorching kiss. His kiss was mouth-wateringly good. Slow, sensual, worshipping my mouth, nipping at my lips, tasting and making my sex wet and needy. My tongue darted out to taste his bottom lip and his responded in turn, colliding with mine in a tangle of wet heat. His fingers threaded themselves further under the tresses of my hair while his thumb traced slow circles on the sensitive skin at the back of my neck.
A mix of emotions flooded my system. Everything from desire for this sexy man, to fear that Lily might catch us, to shame to my parents would never approve of him as my boyfriend. I knew I was getting way ahead of myself even thinking like that when Cade stopped suddenly, and pulled back.
His eyes studied mine, trying to understand what had just transpired between us. “You’re going to be the death of me, cupcake.” He brushed the dampness from my top lip with his forefinger.