Quarterback's Secret Baby(60)

I was cut off by Kaden suddenly turning around and grabbing my shoulders. The second I looked up our eyes locked. I could feel that both of us were bursting with things we wanted to say and a thousand reasons we couldn't say them.

Before I could do anything he bent down and kissed me. I didn't pull away. I was perfectly aware that I should have, but I couldn't. Kaden always had a way of kissing me that just seemed to wipe all rational thought in my mind. Nothing had changed. Well, something was different. Alongside all of that insistent, demanding maleness that I had always found it impossible to resist there was something else that time. Vulnerability, need. I could taste it in his kisses and I knew, standing there in front of him as he turned my knees to Jello, that there was nothing I could say that would comfort him. There were no words. What he needed wasn't words.

And I couldn't turn him away. I didn't even want to. It wasn't a fight between two halves of myself at all. It was just my body answering his, my soul sensing the depth of his need and deciding, in an instant, that nothing else mattered.

"Kaden-" I gasped as he moved down to my neck, kissing me like he wanted to devour me whole.

"Tasha," he breathed, his words muffled against my flesh. "I missed you. I missed you so much...oh my God."

His hands were all over me, clutching at my body, yanking me against him. Maybe if he'd gone slower I would have had time to think? Maybe. But he didn't go slowly. And the feeling of his body - his fit, warm, muscular body towering over me - made it so I couldn't think about anything but getting more of it.

I took a step back, afraid I was going to topple over Kaden was pushing so hard, and ran into the sofa, falling backward onto it and reaching up for him blindly, barely able to breathe with need.

When he settled his body between my legs and thrust down against me, so I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, my back arched up sharply and my head rolled back at the jolt of pleasure that sang through my body. I took his head in my hands and pulled him down to me, opening my mouth for his tongue, completely helpless in the face of him.

Neither of us was in control of ourselves and there's something strange about being a person who isn't familiar with that state of being. Most of the time, it terrifies me. It's why I don't do drugs or allow myself to get too drunk. It's why I hate the idea of flying. But sometimes, under the right circumstances, it's the greatest relief in the world. I don't remember ever deciding that I was just going to let myself go, it wasn't a decision in any way. It was an inevitability and there's something to be said for getting lost in your own lack of control, your own craving.

I knew I wanted Kaden inside me as soon as I felt him through our clothes, rock hard against my thigh. I frantically pulled my shirt off over my head and closed my eyes, sighing, when he did the same and I felt the thing I'd been missing - his skin against mine.

"Kaden," I moaned as he yanked my bra down, exposing my breasts. "Kaden-"

All I could do was say his name, I didn't have it in me to speak in full sentences. And the presence of fabric between us was becoming untenable. I reached down between our bodies and unbuttoned his jeans. As soon as he realized what I was doing he sat up a little and unzipped himself the rest of the way. When his cock sprang free, completely hard, the head shiny with pre-cum, I felt myself exhaling heavily. That was it. That was the only thing in the world I wanted.

At that moment, everything became a desperate rush. We tore at each other's clothes clumsily, in a frenzy to get where we were going. Did it cross my mind to use a condom? No. Maybe. A vague memory of Alisha pushing them on me, perhaps. But it was, truthfully, the last thing I wanted. What I wanted was Kaden. What I wanted was absolutely nothing between us. When he put his hand on my bare thigh and pushed himself into me, finishing the movement with a powerful thrust, I turned my face into a pillow and moaned.

Perfection. He was perfection. Our bodies locked together like that was perfection.

"Can you feel me?" I asked, needing to know that Kaden could feel what he'd done to me - how wet and soft and needy he'd made me.

"Yes, Tasha," he breathed, his lower lip twitching slightly as he pushed himself into me again. "I can feel you, baby, my sweet girl, oh God..."

Our words weren't articulate, but we didn't need them. The look in his eyes - dark and animalistic and full of the only kind of satisfaction that mattered - was more than enough to tell me what he was feeling.

I was lifting my hips up off the sofa, meeting his thrusts as that feeling came back, the one I remembered from the first time, the itch that got worse every time it was scratched.

"Oh my God," I moaned, my voice high-pitched and helpless, "you're going to make me come, Kaden. Oh my God, you're gonna make me, ohh-"