“I just want it to go away, Cane.”
He pulled back and kissed my forehead. “I know, baby. I wish this never happened, too. But you can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”
“Do you think this will be the last we hear from him?”
“I think so. I’m still going to keep an eye on him. But I think even he is smart enough to know better than to come after you again.”
“Well, I would rather not call the police. I know I should.” I bit my fingernail. “I just don’t want to deal with the drama. And who knows if they go to arrest him, he’ll say what you did to him. And I don’t want you in any trouble because of me. And then there’s the tie to my father’s company. He doesn’t need bad publicity.”
“It’s your call. Don’t factor me into the equation; I can handle myself. I want you to be confident that you are doing what you want to do.”
I sagged against him. “Kari has pictures of my arm, so if I want to do something about it later, I can. I really just want to go on with my life.”
He kissed me gently and positioned himself between my legs. I wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. “I will just have to keep an eye on you then. Be warned, I can be a little overprotective. And I have no intentions on leaving you alone … in a number of ways.”
“I think I like the sound of that.”
He lifted me off the countertop and carried me to the staircase. He took them two at a time before reaching the top and kicking the door open with his foot. He sat me on the bed before taking a step back, his eyes becoming darker. Focused.
“Take off your robe,” he said, his eyes hooded.
I untied it slowly, my eyes never leaving his, and tossed it on the floor.
“Your shirt, too.”
I looked down to see that I was only wearing the t-shirt I had worn to bed. I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor. I took a deep breath, feeling nervous about being so exposed in front of him.
He nodded towards the bed and I lay back, my chest rising and falling quickly, anxiety and sexual need coursing through me. He added his shirt to the growing pile on the floor and I just wanted to run my hands down his sculpted chest.
“I don’t know if you are more beautiful or more sexy.” His voice was gravelly as he grabbed my ankles and dragged me across the bed until I was laying on the edge.
He threw both of my legs over his shoulders and then laid kisses up the inside of my right leg until he reached the apex of my thighs. He blew gently on my throbbing sex, making me shiver.
“Please,” I begged, my body desperate for a release.
“Patience,” he whispered teasingly as he ran a finger between my legs. “You are so fucking wet. I love that.”
“Cane,” I whined, sticking out my bottom lip.
He pressed his thumb onto my clit, rubbing it in a small circle. “Are you ready, Jada?”
“Please.” I whimpered as he strummed my clit methodically, inching my body closer to its peak. I was so worked up, so wound with need that it wasn’t going to take long.
He licked slowly up my slit and I could hear him growl before pressing his face between my thighs, licking up, swirling at the top, and down again before dipping his tongue into me.
I was so close to the brink, my body humming, sparking, demanding more. He removed his thumb before inserting a finger, then two, inside me and I literally saw stars as he moved them in and out in a fluid motion. He watched me, the corner of his mouth upturned, as my world began to spin out of control. He leaned in slowly, my body anticipating what was to come. His mouth was back on me again, roughly this time, licking and sucking, sending me higher and higher. I could feel his stubble on my sensitive skin, a contrast that added its own element to my overloaded senses.
It was more than I could take. It was my undoing. I could feel his eyes on me as my fingers found his hair again, pulling his face into my body as I rode out my orgasm. His gaze never left me, watching me, taking his cue from me, decreasing the tempo slowly until I shuddered as I came back to Earth. It was ecstasy.
Cane stood and wiped his face with the back of his hand, smiling mischievously.
“I’d ask if that was good, but I fucking know it was,” he said cockily. “You are so responsive.”
I wanted to refute his declaration, to knock him down a few pegs, but I couldn’t work the brain-to-mouth function yet. He knew what he had done to me, anyway. There was no point in trying to dispute it.
“That was amazing,” I said, trying to catch my breath. The white sparkles I had floating across my sight were beginning to diminish.
“Get on your hands and knees.”