he was stroking her, on the connection between him and the center of her arousal, and gave herself over entirely to the pursuit of pleasure.
God, just a little more...almost...oh God.
The elevator whirred and shook. The lights blinked back on.
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Makenna groaned.
The light might as well have been a bucket of ice water—it was uncomfortable and dampened the fire that had raged in her body only seconds before.
She clenched her eyes shut against the unexpected brightness and buried her face in Caden's neck. The light seemed to affect him too. His now-still fingers remained wedged between their bodies, but his face was curled into her to block out the blinding onslaught of the lights.
Several moments passed. The lights remained on. Makenna guessed they were on to stay. Still tucked into Caden, she experimented with opening her eyes enough to get used to the brightness again. It was surprisingly hard. Her eyes protested, blinking and watering for what seemed like minutes.
Finally, she was able to open her eyes all the way. Her shoulders relaxed against Caden's broad chest. And then she realized.
Holy shit! I'm half naked. With a complete stranger. Who currently has his hand up my skirt!
A stranger I've never seen.
Who's never seen me!
What if he thinks I'm a troll? A plain troll. Or homely—God, I've always hated that word. Homely. Homely. What kind of word is that to describe a person anyway? Oh God, I'm insane.
The near miss of her orgasm didn't help either. Her body felt strung tight and like fluttery Jell-O all at the same time.
"I guess the power's back to stay this time,” Caden said in her ear with a husky, strained voice.
"Um, yeah.” Makenna rolled her eyes at her conversational brilliance, certain she was in the process of losing whatever mystique she'd had with the lights out.
Still resting her head on his shoulder, Makenna looked down between them and gaped. Caden's shirt was pushed up around his ribs and all down the left side of his toned stomach lay a swirling abstract tattoo that wrapped around to his back. It was stunning against his skin, which wasn't nearly as fair as her own. Before she really thought about it, her finger traced a curve of the black design. His stomach clenched, and he sucked in a breath at the touch. She smiled.
All at once, she had to see the rest of him.
Slowly, she lifted her head and sat back on his lap, keeping her eyes on his stomach all the while. She worried about what he might look like, then hated herself for even thinking about something so shallow. She finally resolved to set those worries aside. Makenna admired so much of what she knew of Caden already, there was no way she wouldn't perceive his internal beauty in his physical appearance, whatever it was.
She fought the instinctive desire to cover herself, to pull the two sides of the gaping silk closed, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She didn't want to close herself off to him after all they'd shared.
Her skin tingled all over, as if she could feel the path his eyes blazed as they moved across her body. Finally, she took a deep breath and trailed her eyes up from his stomach, over his tight-fitting, threadbare black T-shirt, across the hard angles of the strong jaw she'd nibbled, to his face.
She couldn't stop trembling, her body unexpectedly flooded with adrenaline as she drank Caden in through her final sense.
He was... Oh my God! ...so damn rugged and...masculine...and just...darkly beautiful.
The enticing angle of his jaw combined with full lips and high cheekbones and a strong brow framing intense brown eyes with impossibly long, full eyelashes. His shaved dark brown hair came to a widow's peak in the center of his forehead. Two small silver loops embraced the left side of his bottom lip. The piercing on his right eyebrow was black metal and shaped like a barbell.
He had a face that, with a certain set of his jaw and eyes, could easily appear harsh,
God, just a little more...almost...oh God.
The elevator whirred and shook. The lights blinked back on.
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Chapter Six
Makenna groaned.
The light might as well have been a bucket of ice water—it was uncomfortable and dampened the fire that had raged in her body only seconds before.
She clenched her eyes shut against the unexpected brightness and buried her face in Caden's neck. The light seemed to affect him too. His now-still fingers remained wedged between their bodies, but his face was curled into her to block out the blinding onslaught of the lights.
Several moments passed. The lights remained on. Makenna guessed they were on to stay. Still tucked into Caden, she experimented with opening her eyes enough to get used to the brightness again. It was surprisingly hard. Her eyes protested, blinking and watering for what seemed like minutes.
Finally, she was able to open her eyes all the way. Her shoulders relaxed against Caden's broad chest. And then she realized.
Holy shit! I'm half naked. With a complete stranger. Who currently has his hand up my skirt!
A stranger I've never seen.
Who's never seen me!
What if he thinks I'm a troll? A plain troll. Or homely—God, I've always hated that word. Homely. Homely. What kind of word is that to describe a person anyway? Oh God, I'm insane.
The near miss of her orgasm didn't help either. Her body felt strung tight and like fluttery Jell-O all at the same time.
"I guess the power's back to stay this time,” Caden said in her ear with a husky, strained voice.
"Um, yeah.” Makenna rolled her eyes at her conversational brilliance, certain she was in the process of losing whatever mystique she'd had with the lights out.
Still resting her head on his shoulder, Makenna looked down between them and gaped. Caden's shirt was pushed up around his ribs and all down the left side of his toned stomach lay a swirling abstract tattoo that wrapped around to his back. It was stunning against his skin, which wasn't nearly as fair as her own. Before she really thought about it, her finger traced a curve of the black design. His stomach clenched, and he sucked in a breath at the touch. She smiled.
All at once, she had to see the rest of him.
Slowly, she lifted her head and sat back on his lap, keeping her eyes on his stomach all the while. She worried about what he might look like, then hated herself for even thinking about something so shallow. She finally resolved to set those worries aside. Makenna admired so much of what she knew of Caden already, there was no way she wouldn't perceive his internal beauty in his physical appearance, whatever it was.
She fought the instinctive desire to cover herself, to pull the two sides of the gaping silk closed, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She didn't want to close herself off to him after all they'd shared.
Her skin tingled all over, as if she could feel the path his eyes blazed as they moved across her body. Finally, she took a deep breath and trailed her eyes up from his stomach, over his tight-fitting, threadbare black T-shirt, across the hard angles of the strong jaw she'd nibbled, to his face.
She couldn't stop trembling, her body unexpectedly flooded with adrenaline as she drank Caden in through her final sense.
He was... Oh my God! ...so damn rugged and...masculine...and just...darkly beautiful.
The enticing angle of his jaw combined with full lips and high cheekbones and a strong brow framing intense brown eyes with impossibly long, full eyelashes. His shaved dark brown hair came to a widow's peak in the center of his forehead. Two small silver loops embraced the left side of his bottom lip. The piercing on his right eyebrow was black metal and shaped like a barbell.
He had a face that, with a certain set of his jaw and eyes, could easily appear harsh,
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