Page 89 of Cautious Love

“That’s it, Shy, chase it,” he rasps.

His fingers move in sync with my hips until he takes one hand, holding me still. “Let me take care of you,” he says gently, leaving no room for argument.

I bite my lower lip, grabbing his shoulders, looking down at where his hand has disappeared beneath my shorts. His strong hold has me in a vice grip, and it doesn’t matter if I could break free. I don’t want to.

Pressure builds in my core and burns in my chest.

He leans forward, pressing his lips wherever he can reach as his hand quickens.

I moan and he moves faster while his lips find my pulse point, and he sucks on the skin, vaulting me over the edge.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbles.

“Ledg—” my voice breaks. My body is not my own as I let go, falling off the edge, submerging myself in the depths of pleasure.

His hand slows before pulling it from me, leaving a sense of emptiness where he was, and I slowly open my eyes.

His gaze is locked onto me like a predator and prey, making the breath hitch in my lungs.

I take his face and kiss him, swallowing his moan. He pulls back and frowns, gently rubbing a thumb over the top of my lip.

“What?”

“You’re all red, my mustache…” he trails off, and I turn my cheek, biting his finger.

“I like your mustache.”

He chuckles and pulls me in again. “Good, but I’d shave it off for you.”

“No, no, don’t do that. I have ideas for that mustache.”

A chuckle bursts from him. “Been thinkin’ about it, have you?”

I nod rapidly.

He laughs and leans down, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head.

I reach for his belt buckle and flip it, but he’s faster, snatching my wrist.

I frown. “What?”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “That was for you, Shy.”

“But…”

“I appreciate that, baby, but I’m more than happy to watch you fall apart because of me. That was a gift in and of itself.”

“But I want to—”

“Later, you little troublemaker,” he mumbles and kisses me again.

I huff and reach for his coffee.

“I thought that was mine,” he says, watching me take a sip.

I shrug and hand it to him.

He takes a drink and sets it on the side table. “I’m sure you’re tired. You should go to bed and get some sleep.”