Cade sat on Faith's front porch with his back against the house. One leg was stretched out in front of him while the other was bent with his arm propped up on it. A half empty bottle of whiskey hung from his hand. A cool breeze blew through the trees, ruffling his hair. The silvery blue light of the almost full moon lit the surrounding landscape but Cade saw none of it. His thoughts consumed him as he absently lifted the bottle to his lips to take a big swig feeling it burn a path all the way down to his stomach.
All he could think about was losing himself in Faith's soft welcoming body. He had been so sure he wouldn't want her anymore once he bedded her. It was the whole forbidden fruit thing, or so he thought. But once he tasted her sweet passion and felt her climax, something happened to him. He felt something he had never felt before. He wanted her and only her. The thought of touching another woman, even Belle turned his stomach.
Cade lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips again to take another swig. What in the hell was he going to do? All he wanted to do was to leave this place and never come back and all he wanted to do was to stay here forever with Faith in his arms. This was why he never got too close to a woman! They got into your head making it so you don't know whether to scratch your watch or wind your ass. He chuckled at his last thought, but it was true. To top it off he was married, married! "Fuck it!" He turned up the bottle for a gulp, set it down none too gently on the porch, and got to his feet.
He stumbled over to the door and turned the knob, fully expecting it to be locked but it wasn't. The little vixen wanted him just as much as he wanted her. A wide smile appeared on his face as he entered the house, locking the door behind him. Clothes trailed behind him as he staggered through the house, making his way to her room. After struggling for a few minutes, he finally realized he couldn't take his pants off with his boots still on. With his pants around his knees, he lifted his right leg while hopping on his left as he tried to take his boot off.
The stubborn thing refused to budge so he put out his right hand to brace himself against the wall. Except in his drunken state he misjudged the distance so instead of his hand stopping at the wall, he fell straight to the floor. "Shit!" Oooff. Cade laid there for a moment, wondering how in the hell the damn wall moved. Rolling onto his back, he brought first one foot up then the other, finally removing his boots then his pants. He then rolled over to his side pushing himself up. Once again he began making his way to his wife's room.
He had no idea how long he had been standing in the middle of her room, naked as the day he was born, watching her sleep. Her beautiful chestnut hair was spread out on the pillow beside her. She looked so young and innocent, he knew differently though. He took a small step towards her but stopped when she opened her eyes.
Something woke Faith from a dreamless sleep. She opened her eyes to see Cade standing naked in the middle of her room. The silvery light of the moon highlighted every chiseled contour and nuance of his body. Her eyes started at the top of his head, slowly drinking in his sculpted body. His shoulder length hair hung down slightly disheveled. Then her eyes made their way to his broad shoulders, down to his muscled chest and flat stomach.
When they reached his navel, her eyes skipped down to his bare feet. She moved up his legs to his powerful thighs, firmly muscled from years in the saddle. Finally her eyes landed on his manhood, already swollen with need. A slow seductive smile spread across her face. Without saying a word she flipped the covers back and slid over in the bed making room for him.
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Cade walked the few steps to the bed, sitting on the foot of it. With the grace of a panther he crawled to her then lifted one of her shapely ankles, bringing it to his mouth. A gasp escaped her as his warm lips touched the sensitive skin. Tingles shot up her leg settling in the pit of her stomach. Slowly, he trailed kisses and nips up her thigh, raising her night gown as he went. When he got to the juncture of her thighs, he moved to her other leg, repeating each and every lick, careful to give it the same attention as the other. "Take your gown off." He whispered in a husky tone.
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Keeping Faith (Book 3 in the Red Valley Series)Historical Fiction
This is book 3 in the Red Valley Series but like the other ones, it can be read by itself. Faith Matthews is a headstrong, independent woman determined to make it on her on in a mans world. She left Charleston to escape the constraints of society...