My First Kiss

Tara Blakewood POV

I began moving slowly, letting the first rays of morning sunlight seep into the room, reaching my window and my eyes.

Last night’s events came rushing back to me. I glanced to my side. Kaiden was still asleep. His slumber looked beautiful and tempting at the same time.

For a moment, I felt as if he were my husband. I think it was because of the way his hands had held my waist so snugly, and how I had relaxed around him, allowing myself to slip out. I moved completely away, placing the blanket over him.

My eyes wandered here and there, searching for the kitchen. I didn’t go straight to it, not yet, to make something. I grabbed an apron hanging there and put it on.

I turned to fetch a chair to add height, hoping to reach some ingredients I needed. But I didn’t get far. Kaiden’s body appeared at the top of the stairs, bare-chested, looking at me with a gaze I couldn’t decipher.

“Good morning, Mr. Kaiden.”

I said, trying to lighten the mood, though his gaze burned me.

He walked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Good morning, Tara.”

He said, scanning me from head to toe.

“What are you doing, little thief?”

He said this, looking down at my feet. I think he meant my slippers.

“I’m making breakfast. Where are the ingredients, Mr. Kaiden?”

I asked, standing before him.

“There.”

He whispered, pointing to a shelf out of my reach.

“Could you give me a little help?”

I asked, pointing to the shelf with my finger.

“Why not.”

He stepped to the shelf and opened it, still staring at its contents, then turned around. I wish he hadn’t. I found myself looking at his back sometimes, sometimes at his hands, unsure which deserved my attention.

“Where did you go, little one?”

“Give me the black pepper and salt, please.”

I said, avoiding his gaze.

I felt him step closer. I turned to see him. He was only inches away. He leaned even closer until I felt his breath on my face. He placed his hands on the kitchen bar edges, trapping my body between them, ensuring I couldn’t escape.

His eyes were relaxed as he looked at me. Slowly, he lowered his head into the hollow of my neck, letting his breath undo all the defenses I had prepared before he came near.

“Your scent… it’s so beautiful.”

He murmured softly, inhaling the aroma on my neck.

He moved his palms along my waist slowly. My heart and body loved it. Instinctively, I placed my hands on his broad wrists. He lifted his head, meeting my eyes, relaxed just like mine. His hands drifted downward slightly.

“Do you know how hard it is to stand in front of you like this, and I want to taste the juice of that strawberry?”

His quiet, husky voice whispered as he stared into my eyes. Our lips were barely a breath apart.

“What strawberry, Mr…”

I barely whispered, but didn’t finish because of him.

“This strawberry.”

He said quickly, and before his lips met mine softly, he moved his forbidden wine over the strawberry on me, slow movements sparking desire throughout my body.

He grabbed both my thighs and lifted me onto the kitchen bar.

He took my lower lip between his, sucking it greedily, creating wet sounds that filled the quiet space.

His sucking sent a sharp ache through my femininity, a pain that made my body scream for him. He moved on to my upper lip, doing the same.

I couldn’t control my muffled moans anymore.

He pinched my thighs, making me open wider, and used that to slide his tongue inside me. He moved it around, searching for my tongue.

He found it, moving his against mine. That motion drove me wild, making me grip his hair harder, moaning deep inside him.

I released his hair, moving my hands to his chest, lightly hitting him. My oxygen was nearly gone.

He broke the kiss, a thread of saliva connecting us, ending my first kiss with him gently.

He pressed his forehead to mine, panting fast. I mirrored him, except my cheeks burned red, and his did not.

“Did you like it?”

I lowered my head, resting my forehead on his chest, understanding what he meant. “This is embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing?”

Honestly, his question made sense. I couldn’t even count the embarrassing things happening here.

He never seemed embarrassed, even after kissing me. He looked at my lips as if wanting another taste. I pushed him to move away, but he didn’t.

“Please, Mr. Kaiden, that’s enough.”

I pleaded with my voice and expression, trying to sound like I was about to cry.

“I’m not satisfied.”

I stared at him in disbelief. This man was insane. What more could he want? One kiss isn’t a big deal, but we are both cheating.

“Both of us? Me and you cheating…”

He cut me off, rolling his eyes with boredom.

“It doesn’t matter to anyone as long as we both enjoy it. When you’re with me, don’t think about anyone else.”

“It’s not easy for someone who’s getting married in two months.”

“And what about someone who got married a month ago?”

After I said that, he spoke words that hit me like a lightning strike:

“Married a month ago.”

“A month and a half, to be exact.”

Damn, I wished I could steal a bit of his coldness.

“Like the first day of your honeymoon, it was yours… and you played that day.”

“Do you mean you left your wife asleep on the first day of your honeymoon… and went to play for a girl on the beach?”

“Exactly.”

His short, provoking replies, especially on serious topics, got under my skin.

He grabbed me unexpectedly by my waist, lifting me off the bar.