“I don’t know.” He looked around his apartment. “I’ve never just … hung out before.”
“Hmm.” Sensing I needed to take control of the situation, I stepped past him and stared over at the TV corner. “We could watch a movie.” That was something that normal couples did. In fact, it sounded so normal I had butterflies of excitement fluttering around in my belly.
In answer Caine strode across the room and opened his DVD cabinet. “What do you feel like watching?”
I made my way over there and bent down beside him. Eyeing the movies, I felt overwhelmed not only by the choices but by the fact that this was happening. I was spending the day with Caine, dressed only in his T-shirt, and he was prioritizing me over work just as he had done last night. Surely that was huge. I bit my lip to contain my giddiness and began looking through his foreign movies.
After selecting one about World War II, Caine set up the movie and then flopped down on his sofa so he was stretched out along it on his side. My initial instinct was to gaze down at him uncertainly, as he’d never really invited casual affection before.
But I was over uncertainty.
I’d decided I was over that this morning and I was sticking to it.
Decision made, I curled up on my side in front of him and relaxed when his arm snaked around my waist to pull me closer.
For the first fifteen minutes of the movie I found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the fact that I was cuddling on the sofa watching a movie with Caine. My awareness of him was heightened even more than usual—his hard body pressed close to mine, the steady, slight rise and fall of his chest against my back, the clean fresh scent of his skin and the hint of his cologne …
Eventually, however, I relaxed completely and allowed the film to draw me in. I was enjoying the fraught story and the coziness of the situation, but was beginning to realize where the plot was going and what it would eventually lead to. Somewhat familiar with foreign movies, I knew they could be more sexually explicit than our homegrown fare, and I wondered how I’d deal with watching a sex scene with Caine when the two of us were still so hyperaware of each other.
Sure enough, a sex scene began and I found my breath catching at the highly sensual acts unfolding before us. Caine strained slightly behind me as the cries of pleasure filled the room while the hero put his mouth between the heroine’s legs.
Ripples of desire moved through me, shooting electric tingles between my own legs. My nipples hardened as I watched the lovemaking on-screen while surrounded by Caine.
Slowly I reached for his hand that rested on my hip and I drew it down over my thigh and back up under the T-shirt.
His breath hitched behind me as I guided his fingers underneath my panties; all the while my eyes were glued to the screen.
His erection pressed against me. “I thought you were sore,” he whispered, the words heavy with lust.
“It’s a good kind of sore,” I managed to whisper back.
In answer Caine rubbed his fingers over my clit.
Our breathing grew louder, shallower, as the couple on-screen fucked at the same time Caine’s magical touch took me toward orgasm. I cried out, coming around his fingers as the guy on-screen thrust into the heroine.
Quite abruptly I found myself on my back as Caine braced himself over me and yanked my panties off with rough need. I gasped, thrilled by the harsh lust hardening his features, and a renewed rush of desire swept over me as he shoved down his sweatpants enough to free himself.
And then he was inside me, pushing into me with a deep need that I matched as I lifted my hips against his thrusts. Lying beneath him, my fingers digging into his gorgeous ass as he moved inside me, I wondered at this madness between us, and if this base demand for each other would ever calm.
With a cry of satisfaction, Caine shuddered against me as he came.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his back, and felt that his T-shirt was damp from exertion.
He nuzzled my neck, pressing soft kisses there as his breathing returned to normal. When he pulled back, it was only to look at me; he made no move to remove himself. His gaze moved over my face, drinking me in. “Maybe we could stay like this forever.” His words were rumbly and deeply satisfied.
They made my inner muscles squeeze his cock and I saw he felt it in the flutter of his dark lashes and in the softening of his mouth.
“I don’t think we could have much interaction with other people if we stayed like this.” On second thought … “So it’s not actually a bad idea.”
Caine was amused. “I definitely like the sound of that. Although we would need to eat. I don’t feel comfortable asking Effie to bring us food while we’re like this.”
I giggled. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. We could ask my friend Rachel. Nothing fazes her.”
“I’m pretty sure this would faze her.”
“Oh no, it really wouldn’t. Rachel has no boundaries. This is a woman who once called a ten-year-old an asshole. To his face. In front of his mother.”
Caine gave a bark of laughter. “A ten-year-old?”
“To be fair he was acting like an asshole.”
Shaking with amusement, Caine wrapped his arms around me so that when he moved back onto his side he was taking me with him. “Is Rachel looking for a job? I’m always open to hiring no-bullshitters.”
“I know.” I pressed my face into his warm chest. “You hired me.”
His hand slid over my naked bottom and squeezed me gently. “I had other motives for hiring you.”
Surprised, I arched my neck so I could look into his eyes. “Are you saying you hired me because you were attracted to me?”
“I didn’t think so at the time,” he admitted, looking boyishly rueful. “But looking back on it, yeah. When you walked onto the photo shoot—before you told me who you were and all that shit went down—I took one look at you and decided I was going to fuck you.”
I laughed and hit his chest playfully. “How romantic of you. And presumptuous.”