on our arms. It means nothing—other than the fact that I make poor choices when inebriated."
She narrowed her eyes. "Why did you think mine had a story, then?"
"Because it's beautiful, and specific. Hardly the type one gets at one in the morning in Mykonos."
She conceded his point. "My turn, then. How did you learn the ear thing?" She paused. "Or the wrist thing, for that matter."
She turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest. His eyes darted to her front, spotting another trail of ink under her breast.
He had a hard time lifting his eyes back to hers, or taking in her question.
"Distracted?" she asked knowingly.
Teasing little witch.
"Ever so slightly." The understatement of the century. "And I took classes."
Helene gapped. "Classes?"
He grinned. "Some men believe they're God's gift to women simply because they're rich, or attractive. I'm close enough to my sister to know that most women fake orgasms just to get it over with. It bothered me when I was young—I didn't have enough experience to trust I was a good lover. And I wanted to be. So, I looked up courses, and signed up. A couple of my friends made fun of me for it, but they joined in, too."
"There are sex classes," she mused, surprised. "How old were you when you attended?"
"That was about eleven years ago." He tilted his head. "I must have been twenty-three or so."
A frown creased her eyebrows.
"What is it?"
"Maybe I suck at sex. I've never had classes. I mean, maybe I think I'm good, and I'm not."
He laughed out loud. "You remember what I told you about the waltz, right?"
Cade trailed the back of his hand on her crossed arms, barely grazing the curve of her breast.
She shook her head.
He leaned in, speaking against her neck. "You can let me lead."
He seized her left wrist, and gently pulled it away from her torso, freeing one of her breasts. She lowered the other arm without prompting. He kissed the side of her jaw softly in silent praise before lifting her arms over her head, capturing them in one hand. Only then, when she was pinned against the bookshelf, did he return to her addictive mouth. He was done with softness, with teasing. His kiss was hungry, demanding, maybe a little desperate. His free hand ran from her neck to her stomach, then back up, settling on the curve of her breast. His thumb circled her areola, and pressed on her hard nipple. He deepened their kiss when she moaned, fucking her mouth.
One of her legs lifted to circle his hips. Abandoning her taut breast, he held on to her legs, and rubbed his rock-hard cock along her, through their clothes.
"Fuck!"
"Not quite, but we will." He fully intended to deliver on that promise, regardless of where they were.
"Confident, are you?" she challenged.
He liked her sass. Cade smirked against her lips. "Do you want to stop me? You can, you know. All it takes is one word. You don't even have to speak. Push against my chest. One sign, and we're done."
He was a hundred percent certain she wouldn't—couldn't—pull the brake. Helene was as enthralled in their wild spell as he.
"That's what I thought." Letting go of her hands, he got to his knees, throwing her bent leg over his shoulder. "And I'm going to show you why you made the right decision, sweetheart."
Cade lifted her long skirt, tenting it over his head. Fuck. She wasn't wearing any underwear. He hadn't expected to see her bare for him. Smiling, he kissed his way up her leg, lingering behind her knees, on the inside of her thighs, then her hips—everywhere except where she wanted him most. She squirmed, whimpering in need and frustration. At long last, he moved a finger to the apex of her thighs, along her outer lips. She was so, so soaked.
"Cade! Please."
He wasn't done teasing. He wanted to take his sweet time exploring her. She bucked against his hand when he pressed her clit, and slid along her slit to curve a finger inside her.
"You're so wet for me."
"And you're an asshole."
He laughed, before kissing her right on her clit, then pulling his tongue and flicking it over the engorged nub. She breathed hard, in and out, her hips moving with him. A second finger joined the first. No longer in the mood for teasing, he moved with a purpose, hard, fast, faster when she screamed his name. He sucked her clit, blew on it, nipped at her flesh, fucking her