"I want you," she answers and she lifts her hips for him, hooking one leg around his, tilting herself so he can slide into her and her back arches as a soft moan escapes her. "Caden... oh, god." He feels so good inside her and her hands roam over his shoulders and down his back, over the warm expanse of his muscle and she can feel him moving under her hands, the shift and roll as he presses himself inside her.

He tells her she's amazing and it isn't that she's never heard it before, but it means something different here. She may not be the most open book in the world, but Caden does know her better than many people do and he's not saying it because she's presented some version of herself that she's constructed just for him. He's saying she's amazing because he really believes it and he believes it about her.

And she doesn't know what to do with that. Instead of answering, she presses up, kissing him again, her tongue parting his lips. She can taste herself on him and she groans into his mouth, gripping his lower back harder, urging him on.