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is still blazing from my orgasm. Something about Cage’s mouth on me makes me lose all control. I can’t think or overthink or second-guess. All I can do is give into to the tidal wave of emotions and just feel.

“I want you,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding his head to my chest.

I want him in every sense of the word.

I’ve wanted him since the first time I laid eyes on him, even in my drunken, damaged state, it was like something deep inside me called to him… or maybe it was something inside of him that called to me.

“Please, Cage,” I groan, loving the way his body feels as he lowers himself on top of me, pressing his body against mine. The weight of him… the feel of our skin touching… I want to stay in this moment forever, right here in limbo between the best orgasm I’ve ever had and whatever is coming next.

Chapter 22

Cage

I’m not even inside Tempest yet and I already feel as though I’m about to lose control.

God, this woman.

Tasting her was something I’ve been dreaming about for so long and now that I’ve done it—felt her writhe beneath me and scream my name as an orgasm wrecked her body—I don’t know how I’m going to stop. I’ve moved from her pussy to her tits and everywhere in between and I’m still starving for her.

“Please, Cage. I need you,” Tempest groans, her body mirroring her words, begging for more.

Fuck, she sounds as desperate as I feel and I love it.

I’m still covering her body with nips, licks, and kisses because I can’t get enough of her but, also, as a distraction. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman and I’m so fucking turned on, it’s possible I’ll blow my load as soon as the tip of my dick is inside her and that’s simply unacceptable.

I made a promise I was going to devour her and take my time doing it and I plan on never breaking a promise to Tempest.

There’s not a chance in the world I won’t enjoy every moment we’re together, but I want it to be even better for her. I want to erase every bad experience she’s had and show her how good this can be. I can’t fucking believe her asshole of an ex denied her the pleasure she deserves, but that shit stops now.

I’ll gladly take care of her needs.

Once I feel a bit more in control of my body, I sit back on my knees and just look at her. Her body is flushed and primed for me, glistening in all the right places.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her and it’s the absolute truth. It’s like she was fucking made for me, designed with my desires in mind, even though she’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever been with before. She’s different in every way, the best ways.

Her stunning red hair, plump lips, penetrating green eyes—I’ve been attracted to those since day one. Now that I’ve seen the rest—her perfectly placed curves and luscious tits… a pussy I could feast at for days—I’m fucking gone. Done.

I can feel her eyes on me as I lean over and grab a condom out of my bedside drawer, hoping she doesn’t ask me why I have them, because I’d have to be honest and tell her I’d hoped that things would progress with our friendship, and I wanted to be prepared.

I bought them with her, and only her, in mind.

Locking my eyes on hers, I rip the package open and take the condom out, discarding the foil and positioning the latex at the tip of my cock. Her green eyes widen and then go hooded as I roll the latex down my length, gripping my shaft and then stroking back up, pinching the tip.

When she visibly swallows and then trails a hand across her stomach, inching toward her sweet pussy, I close my eyes and bite down on my lip, willing myself to get the fuck under control.

Deep breaths.

“Cage,” she whispers, making me open my eyes back up and I see the hesitation on her beautiful face and I want to shut that shit down, so I lean forward, positioning my face inches from hers.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Tempest… I want to make this good for you,” I tell her, pressing my cock against her so she can feel just how hard and ready I am for her. “You