Page 123 of Cautious Love

He grabs my hips, tipping his head up, chasing my mouth.

We part, and Ledger trails his path down my neck, stopping at my sweatshirt.

He grumbles and grabs the edge of it pulling it over my head, leaving me in a tank top, and continues his trail over my chest.

Drawing my fingers through his hair I close my eyes leaning into the way his mouth feels on me, it’s almost reverent, yet hungry. Like he can’t get enough.

Ledger leans back against the couch as I unbutton his shirt. He shrugs it off, and I undo his buckle.

He chuckles, and I pull the belt through the loops.

“What are you laughing at?” I ask him breathless.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he asks.

I frown and grab his crotch. His eyes roll back, but he manages to put them back on me.

“I know what I want, sheriff.”

His warm brown eyes go black and a shiver runs down my spine.

He flips the button to his own jeans and I reach for the waistband of my lounge pants. He watches me slowly push them over my hips and drop to the floor.

I lick my lips as he drags the zipper to his jeans down. A whimper skims past my lips and the corner of his mouth tips up.

He stands from the sofa, towering over me, and I feel like prey to his predator. But then he gently takes my mouth in a tender, all-consuming kiss. He smoothly slips his tongue past mine, swallowing every moan and whimper I can’t keep contained.

Ledger’s hands slip from my face and down my ribs to my waist where he slides a finger across the waist of my panties.

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that Ledger loves to take his time with me. He’s intentional, focused, and it un-tethers every cell in my body, leaving me breathless constantly, and I’m not sure what to do with that.

He pinches the edge of my tank top and slowly pulls it over my head. The friction of cotton against my skin makes me squirm, and my knees shake with the effort to stay standing.

I reach for his jeans, and he watches me carefully as I push them over his hips. I thought I had felt tension between us, and it was so thick it was hard to breathe. But this time … knowing that he could have been hurt.

It flipped a switch in my heart.

I loved Grey at one point and envisioned a future with him. Now I see that he did me a favor cheating because the man I’m married to — who I don’t know if I can truly claim as mine — is looking at me as if I’m hiseverything.

I take a deep breath, and he drags a finger over my skin, making me shiver again.

He stoops down, cupping the back of my neck, and dips his mouth to mine, lazy, unhurried.

I’m putty in his hands.

As his tongue glides against mine. His hand slips over my stomach, between my legs, and I gasp into his mouth, widening my stance.

He nips my lip, moving his fingers between my legs, and I have to hold his shoulders to stay standing. I feel like I’m about to collapse, and there’s nothing but a coffee table and Ledger’s strong hand at my neck to catch me.

He kisses me again and I skim my mouth against his trying to breathe as he guides me up the proverbial mountain.

My knees give out and he catches me quickly spinning us and pushing me down to the sofa.

Ledger drops to his knees between my spread legs and hooks his thick fingers over my panties, dragging them slowly over my legs.

I grumble in frustration.

The corner of his mouth tips up, and I glare at him, reaching behind me to take my bra off.