Slow Twitch - Реинхардт Лиз. Страница 70

“From what Romeo said,” I told her. “Dark haired. So pretty it would stop your heart.”

So I was paraphrasing. I was probably high as a damn kite when we read Shakespeare in school. Every time we read Shakespeare in school. But I did know that Juliet was dark-haired. And stunning. Like stars or jewels or flowers. Or Cadence.

“Do I stop your heart?” She pressed her hand over my chest, over my racing, flipping, pounding heart.

I could hardly see the green in her eyes, her pupils were so huge and black. Her left ear was pierced twice, and there was a beauty mark next to it. The right was pierced three times, but one was closed up. She had told me all about it. And the funny thing was, I had been completely fucking fascinated by her ear-piercing stories.

“No.” I pulled her hand down to my chest, over my heart. And my work-hardened pecs. No point in having a developed set of muscles if you didn’t get to make a girl sigh over them once in a while. “You give my heart something to beat for.”

“You’re just trying to get into my pants.” She nuzzled my neck.

“You don’t have any pants on,” I pointed out.

She wiggled under me. Pantless.

We had talked about a lot of things together; friends and enemies, parents, school, music, movies, food. Almost everything. But we had rattled around sex.

Thanks to her noisy clan of a family, we didn’t get a chance to physically get this far often. And when we got here, there was never any time to get anything good started. But tonight, as far as I knew, we had all night.

“Juliet was a virgin,” Cadence said suddenly.

I put my hands on her shoulders and slid them up and down along her body, as far as my arms could reach. I liked the line of her from shoulder to thigh and back again. I was memorizing curves spread along warm, smooth skin.

“Yeah.” I was careful and would keep being that way. With whatever she wanted to tell me.

“I’m not, Saxon,” she said, reaching a hand up to smooth over my eyebrow.

“Me neither.” I rubbed her gently.

“But no one expects you to be.” She tensed and jerked away a little bit. “Are you disappointed?”

“That you’re in my bed, naked? Yeah, Cadence. I’m heartbroken,” I joked.

“That’s not what I mean.” Her eyes were wide and a little worried. Her dark hair was all around her face, some pieces stuck to her cheeks.

“I’m not disappointed. If I was, then I wouldn’t deserve to be with you anyway.” I moved a piece of her hair that had fallen in front of her mouth.

“I don’t want to talk about the other times.” She set her mouth in a hard, determined line.

“That’s okay,” I told her. I meant it. Shit, if we started sharing back and forth, I’d need the whole night just to finish.

“They weren’t terrible or anything. They just…I kind of wish I could get a do-over with them. You know?” She closed her eyes and kissed my lips softly.

“I kind of wish I could get a do-over, too,” I confessed. “I regret not being with you first, Cadence.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head back and forth.

“For me either.” There wasn’t a way to touch her enough. My hands were everywhere and completely unsatisfied. “We were with who we were with. And who I was with led me to you. Somehow. I’m just glad that’s where I wound up.”

“They only liked me because they thought I was pretty.” She pressed her nose to my shoulder. “I think, for awhile, I only liked me because I thought I was pretty.”

“Didn’t you like you because you were smart?” I asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Not really,” she said, then pulled back and raised her eyebrows at me. “You think I am?”

“Do you think you are?” I volleyed.

“Yeah.” She smiled, and if sex could be an expression, it would be the one on her face. “I am.”

“What about the fact that you work hard?” I pointed out.

“Ugh,” she sighed. “You make me sound like some kind of work horse.”

“You inspire me.” I squeezed her bicep. “I’ve never had a girlfriend who could benchpress me.”

Cadence laughed, and I had to put my hand over her mouth to keep her from waking Aunt Helene. She had a fantastic laugh, but no volume control.

She licked my palm.

“There are better uses for that tongue,” I said.

She licked my face.

“Not exactly what I was thinking.”

She licked my nipple.

“That’s more like it.”

She licked all the way down until she was where I had jokingly directed her, but I pulled her back up.

“You don’t want it?” she asked, and seemed really surprised. Although, I guess that was fair.

“I do.” So badly I was shaking hard. “I want it. Just not first.”

“What do you want first?” She gave me a look that I just couldn’t read.

“I’ll do for you,” I suggested. She bit her lip a little and kissed me slowly.

“Why you first?” she asked.

“Or at the same time.” The logistics were getting sticky fast.

“Do you have a condom?” Her voice was all business.

“I do,” I said, and I went completely hard at the mention of it.

“Let’s have sex.” She said it matter-of-factly.

And then we didn’t say too much. I reached into the drawer by my bed and pulled out a condom. Cadence slid it out and put it on me with expertise I wasn’t about to dwell on. Then she moved over me and slid down, fitted me in and pressed until I was completely inside of her. And it felt fucking amazing.

I had done this a hundred times before. Probably more. But this time there was something else happening.

I had this person who I gave a shit about, and pleasing her meant something.

Correction; pleasing her meant everything.

She moved her hips and rocked up and down on top of me. It felt so good, I was sure I was going to blow it, literally, any second.

I had to put my mind somewhere else and focus on Cadence. She was so beautiful, it obscured anything else I tried to think about, and there was something obviously erotic about the fact that she was naked and willing on top of me, along with the fact that she’d chosen me.

But, she clearly had expectations for this whole thing that were fairly low. She didn’t seem to be seeing me, and she was moving pretty mechanically.

I’d had sex with a lot of girls I hadn’t given a shit about, but I like to think that most of it was mutually good. Getting girls off isn’t something every guy is good at, but I pride myself in at least trying. I’m not really a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am guy, contrary to what my reputation might be. I’ve always slept around, but while I was in bed, I was willing to fall a little in love for the span of the sex. I think that’s what gave me such a lady killer reputation. I was good at faking it, and good at making them believe the fantasy. Which was another huge reason why this was blowing my mind.

I couldn’t fake a damn thing with Cadence, and once it was real, there was huge potential for everything to go wrong fast. So there I was, watching her gyrate kind of half-heartedly, and for once I wasn’t positive what to do.

It was a fucking shame that Cadence was so sexy and funny and gorgeous, and all she expected was a boring grind. She had mentioned that her other experiences were just okay, and it almost made me want to choke the losers who hadn’t given her what she needed. But I changed my mind about that quick. If they hadn’t sucked so badly, I might not be here, able and willing to show her what it could be like. I wanted, more than I’d ever wanted anything else, to rock her world.

I could see it wasn’t happening now. She had pulled away since our kissing and now she was on autopilot. I just stopped thinking, let my gut kick in and guide me, and tried to pay attention to what she might need to open up.

I put my hands on her hips to slow her down, and her face snapped up, shocked.

“Do you mind? If we switch it up a little?” I asked.

Her face clouded. “Don’t you like it?” she asked tensely.