I liked that.
I kissed him, wet and deep, as I pumped my hips against his erection. He tried to take over the kiss, his fist tightening in my hair, but I broke away from his lips and started kissing my way down his throat.
I nuzzled against him, inhaling the smell of his cologne that I loved so much.
While my lips journeyed down his chest, his hands were stroking me—caressing my back, my breasts, my sides, my stomach, and coasting down to cup and stroke my ass.
I licked his nipple and felt his cock jerk against my stomach.
Hiding my triumphant smile, I licked and caressed him. As I felt his patience strain, my mouth continued on its downward path, tasting every inch of his sculpted stomach.
I pulled back to unbutton his pants.
Caine’s every muscle was taut as I shuffled off the bed to yank his pants down. I stood, taking a moment to drink him in in his designer boxer briefs.
He looked like a brooding, sex-starved underwear model sprawled across my bed.
My nipples tightened.
“Fuck,” Caine whispered, staring up at me with something akin to awe on his face.
He didn’t have to say anything. His eyes said it all.
He had a way of making me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
Before I could make my next move, Caine hooked his fingers into his boxer briefs and pushed them down, his erection springing out.
I took over, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor. Panting now, I crawled back onto the bed, and over his body, coming to a stop at his cock.
Without a word I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.
His exultant groan echoed around the room.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his hard-on and fisted him while I sucked. I found my rhythm quickly, growing more and more turned on as Caine’s pleasure intensified. His chest heaved, his thighs taut as his hips pumped upward, thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth and fist.
“Lexie,” he gasped, and I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for my own relief. “Stop.”
His fingers brushed my arm.
“Lexie.”
But I couldn’t. I wanted him to lose control completely. I needed him to.
Suddenly I was jerked up and over him so I was straddling him.
“You had your turn,” he growled, dipping his fingers beneath my panties. His eyes flashed. “So wet.”
I pressed down on his fingers as they slid easily inside my slick heat. “I get off on making you lose that tight control of yours,” I admitted, my words soft.
“Is that right?” He increased the strokes of his fingers inside me, pushing me toward climax.
I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t take him long to get me there.
“Works both ways … I’ll make you lose control first.”
I dislodged his fingers and pushed my panties down, leaning on my side so I could slip them down my legs. Once they were gone, I straddled him again and wrapped my hands around his cock, bringing it to my center. “I accept that challenge,” I gasped as I eased him inside me. My head fell back, my eyes closing as I savored the feel of him filling me.
He grabbed my hips, his fingers biting into my skin, and my eyes flew open at his touch. Our gazes held as I began to ride him.
My entire focus was on him, on us, on our pleasure. There was nothing else but his eyes staring into mine, the feel of his heated skin under my hands, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me up and down him, the sounds of my pants, his groans, the smell of sex in the air …
The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me and there was nothing on my mind but chasing ecstasy. My rhythm changed and I slammed down harder.
“Lexie,” Caine gasped, his grip almost bruising now. “Fuck, Lexie.”
“Yes, yes, yes, ye—”
The breath rushed out of me as I found myself unceremoniously flipped onto my back. Caine pinned my hands at the sides of my head and pulled out of me.
“What are you doing?” I moaned in frustration, pressing my thighs against his hips in hopes of drawing him back to me.
He brushed his mouth over mine, flicking his tongue teasingly against my lips. He pressed sweet kisses along my jaw to my ear and whispered, “Just reminding you who’s boss.”
My frustration transformed to indignation and I tried to pull my hands loose. “Are you kidding me?”
His body shook against mine and when he raised his head I saw he was laughing.
I narrowed my eyes and unsuccessfully attempted to loosen his hold on my hands. “You really are a control freak.”
“It’s all part of my charm.” He kissed me, this time trying to push inside, but I clamped my lips closed, furious with him. Apparently I didn’t appreciate the burn of an unfulfilled climax. “Lexie,” he murmured, his tone coaxing, “open your mouth.”
I shook my head adamantly.
Caine smiled and pulled back. “You really are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.” He moved his hips, bringing his erection back against my wet center. I sucked in a gasp of pleasure. “It makes me want to tame you with no hope of success.”
That penetrated and I found myself smirking. “You like me stubborn, huh?”
He released one of my hands so he could cup me between my legs. I moaned as his thumb pressed down on my swollen clit. “I wouldn’t have you any other way, Alexa Holland.”
I gasped at his use of my surname, the blatant acknowledgment of who I was. The sound of my shock was swallowed in his deep, passionate kiss that told me he no longer cared who my family was. He wanted me.
Me.
I curled my fingers in his hair, kissing him back with everything I had, but as his thumb continued to circle my clit I could only focus on the pleasure building in my core. Caine took over the kiss while I sighed and panted and murmured his name into his mouth as my hips pushed up against his touch.
My fingers tightened in his hair. “Caine,” I gasped, and my thighs trembled.
One more press.