Free A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) by Lilly Black Page B

pajama pants.  His body is exquisite, not too ripped, just perfectly outlined muscles on his chest, stomach, and arms.  His chest is smooth, though I can't tell if it goes all the way down, I can't wait to find out...in the dark...feeling my way with my tongue.  Rattled at my own salacious thoughts, I slip by him shyly as he steps into the bathroom with his toothbrush.
    I put on my nightgown, a cotton shift that I admit is not sexy in any way, and when Cain comes back to the bedroom, he comes up quietly behind me, lifts it back over my head, and tosses it in the corner.  I freeze, suddenly powerless, reduced to an automaton by years of conditioning just because he took off my gown without asking.  With his hands on my shoulders, I feel his breath on my neck, and though I know if I don't stop him right now there won't be any stopping him at all, he surprises me by sliding my arms into the sleeves of the shirt that matches his pajama bottoms.  He reaches around me to close the buttons, my usually insensitive nipples tightening as his wrists graze them.  He stops, turning me around, looking at my hard nipples through the thin silk with a lusty stare.  Shy, I try to quickly button the shirt.
    "Uh-uh," he says as he lifts me up and sits me on the dresser then starts to pull the shirt open.  I tense.  I won't look at him.
    "Shhh..." he breathes, and I become more withdrawn.  I can't tell him why, even if I could find my voice, but somehow he seems to know just what I need.
    "May I?" he asks.
    "Yes," I whisper, those words making all the difference in the world, and as I allow Cain to open the shirt, I only feel the natural anxiety of anyone else in a position like this for the very first time.
    "You have beautiful tits, Evan," he says, gently tracing his finger around one nipple of my natural C-cups.  He wets his finger, but it's the thought of it, not the sensation, that turns me on, even when he takes it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.
    "They aren't sensitive, are they?" Cain asks.
    "You'd probably have to bite them to get a reaction out of me," I admit apologetically.
    "Then I'll bite them," he growls, and as he gently takes my nipple between his teeth, an intense wave of pleasure rolls outward, awakening every part of me from my jaw line to the back of my knees.
    Fuck me, how have I never thought of this before?
    "More?" he asks.
    "Yes," I murmur, and he bites harder.  It's exactly what I need.
    "More?" 
    Oh, yes!  But...
    "We have to slow down," I say reluctantly.
    "As you wish," Cain says, and as if I were a living doll, he buttons the shirt.  When he sets me back on my feet, I notice his cock is hard and pushing the fabric of his pants as far as it can go.  I want to touch it, run my fingernails along the shaft through the thin silk hiding it from me, get down on my knees and feel my lips around it through the fabric, yank his pants off and... 
    But I don't.  I haven't touched a man there since I raised the price of admission, and before that, I was just an awkward teenager with no idea what I was doing.
    "I'm not apologizing for it," Cain says, his eyes blue and his expression intense.  "I've suffered for you since the night we met."  I don't know what to say, and embarrassed by my own arousal, I take the easy way out, making a joke.
    "That's a pretty melodramatic way of saying you've been a walking hard-on," I snipe.
    "That's not exactly what I meant, but if it bothers you, you can always put that thing back on."  He indicates the nightgown he took off of me, and I giggle.
    "Is that the sexiest thing in your lingerie drawer?" he asks.
    "I don't have a lingerie drawer," I admit.
    "What about your panties?" he asks, lifting the pajama shirt a little to see the side of my plain, black, cotton underwear.  "Are they all this boring?"
    "Yes." 
    "We'll begin remedying that when I get back from Boston," he says as if it's the most natural thing in the world as he leads me toward the bed.  He