Emotion broke through the desire and I closed my eyes to hold back the overwhelming feeling of euphoria that moved through me.
As if he felt it too and didn’t know how to deal with it, Caine kissed me, this kiss much rougher than the last. He only let go of my mouth to trail kisses down my throat and over my chest.
My thighs tightened against his hips when his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked deep, hard, a pleasurable pain rushing through me as he moved against me. As he had done with his hands, he began to play my breasts with his hot mouth until I was on the brink of coming undone all over again.
“Caine,” I pleaded, my fingers digging into his back. “Undress.”
He looked up, his gaze dark. “Not yet.”
And that was when he shifted lower. His lips traveled down my belly to between my legs. I melted into the mattress in anticipation as he nuzzled his mouth against my sex. He licked my clit, pressed his tongue down on it, and sensation blew through me. “Oh God!” I arched back on the bed, my inner thighs trembling.
That coil inside my belly was unfurling, pulling apart until the tension within me grew tauter, more electric, screaming for release—
“Yes!” I cried loudly as the tension reached its apex. Lights sparked behind my eyes as I came in overwhelming, hard pulses.
While I lay panting, warmth rushed through my limbs to the tips of my fingers and toes. I vaguely felt the bed move. When I could finally pry my eyes open, I saw Caine undressing quickly.
There was a fierceness, a harsh quality of craving in him that thrilled me. I stared at him in awe.
The men who had come before him had always made me feel attractive … but not one of them had ever made me feel necessary. Vital. Not like Caine. Like if he didn’t have me this very second the world would come crashing down around him.
He put a knee on the bed, his cock thick and throbbing between his legs. His hands curled behind my knees and I let out a little mewl of surprise as he pulled me roughly to him. Angling my hips, gripping tight to my thighs, he held my legs open as he kneeled between them and gazed down at me.
My breath stuttered at the heat of him nudging against me. Eased by my arousal, he pushed inside me, his lashes fluttering as my inner muscles clamped around his length.
With a tenderness that made the air whoosh out of my lungs, Caine caught his rhythm. He watched himself sliding inside me and his chest moved up and down in shallow breaths as his excitement increased. His grip on my legs suddenly tightened and he braced on his knees. Caine began to power in and out of me with harder, deeper thrusts that dragged across my clit and stirred me all over again.
“Come for me, Lexie,” he demanded, fucking me harder now, his teeth gritted together as he held his own climax at bay. “Come around me. Fuck, you feel so good …” His words trailed off as the climax started to take him, and seeing the need in his face was the last jarring smash against the growing pressure inside me.
I split apart, and my inner muscles rippled around him.
“Jesus.” His eyes widened at the deep, hard tug of my orgasm on his, and he froze for a second before his hips jerked against me in a long release.
My legs flopped to the bed as he let go of them to collapse over me. Somehow I found the strength to wrap my arms around him and hold him close. The throb of his cock pulsed inside me and an aftershock of arousal moved through me. “Wow,” I whispered, still picturing the look on his face when he came.
It was the hardest he’d ever come with me, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I smiled languorously, feeling smug.
“Yeah.” He exhaled slowly, easing up off me but holding on to me so that when he rolled onto his back I was pressed against his side and my head rested on his chest.
“So, that was pretty intense,” I whispered.
Caine drew circles on my arm with his fingertips. “Yeah,” he repeated, sounding staggered.
I laughed softly. “We were both pretty worked up.”
“Yeah,” he repeated again.
“I don’t think this is a night I’ll forget anytime soon.”
A second later I was on my back. Caine leaned over me and gazed down at me with determination. “No, it’s fucking not,” he said thickly. “And it’s not over yet.”
My eyes widened. “I don’t know if I can take much more.”
He kissed me gently, the gesture at odds with his rough vow. “I’m not stopping until we’ve had each other in every way we can.”