Free Quarterback's Secret Baby (Bad Boy Ballers) by Imani King Page B

when the only thing I wanted was to keep going, that if I let Kaden Barlow put his hands on me one more time, I was done for. I think I wanted to be done for. To let go of the need to stay in control of myself - my emotions and my heart - at all times. So I stayed where I was, not taking my eyes off Kaden's, and pulled my t-shirt off over my head.
    "Tasha..." he said, thick-voiced and reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.
    The bra came next. I slipped it off and dropped it on top of the crumpled t-shirt. Every inch of my skin was aching for Kaden, so sensitive and ready for him. I stood over him, one foot on either side of his hips and then I sat down, sighing as he sank his fingers into my hips and pulled me down firmly against him.
    "You look so good, Tasha," he told me, drinking me in with his eyes, sliding his hands up the sides of my body and pulling me down for another kiss.
    I could feel him against me, between my legs. A few thin layers of cotton were all that separated us and there was no mistaking Kaden's excitement as he pushed his hips up off the ground. I could feel that my panties were slick - not just a little, but soaking wet. Every time I rolled my hips down I felt it, the wet fabric slipping against me.
    "Kaden," I whispered, burying my hands in his short hair and he pushed himself up on his elbows and closed his mouth around one of my nipples. "Oh my God."
    There was an urgency inside me that I couldn't resist, a feeling of hurrying, of rushing, and no matter how hard the rational part of my brain tried to get me to slow down, there was no stopping what was going on between us. Kaden's big, rough hands cupped my breasts, one finger trailing little circles around my nipples until my mouth was hanging open and my breath was coming in short, quick gasps. I rocked my hips down against him harder and faster until he stopped me, forcing me to slow down.
    "What?" I asked, wondering if I'd done something wrong.
    "You're going to make me come if you keep that up," he replied, panting. "Just slow down a little."
    So I slowed down - as much as I could, anyway. It was then that Kaden suddenly looked down towards his belly and then up at me, eyebrows raised.
    "Are you? Holy shit, Tasha. Oh fuck. Are you wet all the way through your pants?"
    I pushed myself up and went to reach between my legs but Kaden grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes.
    "Wait," he said. "Wait. Tasha. I want to do it."
    I watched his hand, closing my eyes and biting my bottom lip hard when I felt it, two fingers, sliding down against me, through my leggings.
    "Tasha." Kaden said, looking up at me. "You're - oh my God - you're soaking. Oh my God ."
    "Kaden," I breathed, suddenly feeling the urgency inside me rising even further. "Kaden?"
    "What, Tasha? I-"
    "Put your hand in my panties," I said, breathless with need even as I barely recognized it was my own voice speaking. "Please, Kaden. I want you to feel what you're doing to me."
    He didn't need to be asked twice. I watched his face for as long as I could, his eyes closing as he slid his fingers down into my panties. The feeling when he got to my clit was like floodgates opening. One second of that, once second of Kaden's touch, right there, and any little doubts or worries disappeared instantly, as if they'd never been there. I leaned my head back and my body arched of its own accord as I cried out and then suddenly everything was moving much, much faster. Kaden flipped me over onto my back and pushed his body between my legs, grinding himself down against me.
    "Tasha..." he said, and I knew it was a question.
    "Yes," I whispered, pulling him down to my face so I could kiss his mouth. "Yes, Kaden. I want to. Right now, please. I want to."
    I lifted my hips up off the blanket so he could pull my leggings - and my panties - off. And then I was completely naked, vulnerable like I've never been before but not afraid, not self-conscious. Kaden looked at me, his eyes moving down my body,