He even had to ask?
“From the moment I saw you,” I admitted.
Those eyes flared with triumph and then his mouth was finally on me.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, leaning back on my hands as he licked at me, his tongue flicking and tormenting my clit. “Caine, please.”
I could it feel it building, the muscles in my thighs trembling and tightening.
And then two fingers pushed inside me.
He sucked and licked at me and slid his fingers in and out of me. I was heading for the cliff edge. I stiffened and then fell over, crying out his name as my inner muscles clamped around his fingers in a hard climax.
Caine stood up, only to lean down into me, wrapping his arms around my waist so he could gather me against him. I lifted my legs around his hips and clung to him as he kissed me, his tongue moving against mine in hard, quick strokes—the kiss was so desperate it was almost punishing.
I loved it.
I loved the taste of him and me on his tongue.
Caine broke the kiss, his hot lips trailing down my neck. I arched my back, anticipating his needs, and thrust my breasts up for his claim.
Claim he did.
Quickly the gloriously languid aftermath of my climax was decimated by the heat he fanned in me again. He cupped and stroked and kissed my breasts, learning every inch of them. And then he wrapped his mouth around my nipple and tugged, sucked, and licked it until it was so swollen it was tender. He moved on to the other until my legs were climbing his hips, and I was writhing against his erection, desperate for him to take me.
“Caine,” I pleaded. “Come inside me.”
He kissed me, one hand under my ass urging me up against his erection as he rubbed it between my legs, the friction of the material of his trousers against my sex building me toward climax again. I gasped against his kiss as his other hand moved into my hair, his fingers plucking at the pins that held it in place. A few seconds later it came tumbling down around my shoulders and Caine’s hand was gone.
I heard a zipper go down and then he was hot and throbbing and hard against me.
Caine reluctantly tore his lips from mine and panted against my mouth. “You’re on the pill, right?”
The question was almost pleading.
I nodded and looked down, feeling a sudden roar of fire lick up from my heels, shooting through my whole body, at the sight of him. It was big. It was thick.
I licked my lips.
“Fuck, Lexie,” Caine breathed against my mouth.
I kissed him, my tongue flicking against his lips. I took the silken heat of him in my hands and squeezed and Caine kissed me harder, gasping and panting, as I stroked him with one hand and dug my fingers into his ass with the other, urging him to me.
I guided his tip to my entrance and smoothed my hand up his rigid stomach.
With our lips still touching, our eyes met and held.
Caine gripped my hips and pushed inside.
My eyes fluttered closed at the satisfying burn that quickly evaporated under the relief of being completely filled.
“Lexie, open your eyes,” Caine demanded hoarsely.
I opened my eyes and held his fierce gaze.
“Keep your eyes open.” He thrust in deeper. “Fuck,” he whispered, “keep your eyes open.”
He tilted my hips up farther as he slid in and out of me slowly. I trembled against him as he took pleasure in taking his time, and like earlier, I couldn’t remember ever feeling more naked. It was holding his gaze, him demanding that I held it as he moved inside me. It intensified whatever this connection was between us. There was no denying this was us—him inside me.
“You feel amazing,” he grunted against my lips.
I moved against his thrusts, my heart racing out of all control. “So do you.”
“Lexie.” His grip tightened, his eyes blazing into mine. “Lexie.”
“Caine,” I whimpered back as he thrust at just the right angle to brush my clit with his movements.
“Fuck.” He started pumping harder, faster.
It began to build again and I was shuddering against him in little jerks as it did so.
“Come for me, Lexie,” Caine commanded, his voice gruff with need. “Come around me.”
That soft, hard demand was a trigger.
I cried out his name again, my fingers digging into his skin as I clenched around his driving cock, and I lost his gaze as my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head.
As I melted around him, Caine held me to him as his rhythm increased. A few seconds later, his face pressed against my neck, he stiffened and groaned my name. His hips jerked against mine and I felt the release of his climax inside me.
I held on to him as we tried to catch our breath. My skin was slick against his, my breasts crushed against his chest, and we were as close to each other as we could get. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, glorying in this delicious aftermath.
Then … his muscles grew taut beneath my hands.
Uneasiness crept over me.
Call it intuition, call it whatever you want, I just knew I wasn’t going to like what happened next.
CHAPTER 10
Only seconds before, Caine had been determined to maintain eye contact. Now he was avoiding it. He’d gently pulled out of me, grabbed tissues off his desk, cleaned up, and put his pants back on.
All the while I sat there naked on the desk, watching him put the wall back up between us. My stomach felt sick. “Caine?”
Instead of answering me he ran a hand through his hair as he glanced around the room for his shirt. He found it and shrugged it on.