“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.”
CHAPTER 20
Light pricked at my eyelids in an unwelcome sensation as I stirred to wakefulness. I groaned, turning my head on the squishy pillow that was much softer than my own.
Where was I?
The night before suddenly hit me in image after image, memory after memory, and my eyes popped open. The fog cleared from them as I took in Caine’s bedroom. My hair rustled on his pillow as I looked at him.
He lay on his stomach, facing toward me in sleep.
A little sigh of happiness escaped me at the sight of his face. He looked so peaceful and relaxed.
A smile tugged at my lips.
More like he was exhausted.
True to his vow, Caine had kept us up practically all night and had given me a record-breaking six orgasms.
I was spent.
I was—I looked past him to the clock radio—up way too early.
We’d only fallen asleep a few hours ago.
My instinct was to roll into Caine and fall back asleep curled up next to him. However, I wasn’t sure it was wise—Caine and I didn’t wake up together often. If we did Caine got us up out of bed quickly because he had work to do. Mostly, though, I woke up and Caine was gone. It would be so easy to let all my fears plague me up out of that bed and his apartment. But then we’d be back where were before, and after all the ups and downs we’d taken to get to this point, it would be a crying shame to let a little fear fuck it all up.
So instead of creeping out of Caine’s bed and treating him to his own medicine, I shimmied into him. I slid my arm over his back, rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes.
“Lexie.”
The low voice rumbled in my ear, eased its way into my consciousness, and gently woke me.
“Baby,” Caine whispered.
I smiled.
It wasn’t the most original endearment in the world, but I had to admit to feeling a thrill shoot through me every time he called me “baby.”
He chuckled. “I can see that smile of yours, so I know you’re awake.”
With lazy slowness I opened my eyes.
Caine’s face hovered above mine, amusement visible in the little crinkles around his eyes. “Good morning.”
I groaned. “Why is it morning? We only went to sleep a few hours ago.”
His lips twitched at my grumpiness. “I’m well aware.”
I closed my eyes at his masculine satisfaction. “You can thump on your chest with smug pride later. For now let me sleep.”
“I would.” He squeezed my waist. “But Effie’s downstairs and she’s making us breakfast.”
“What?” I slammed upright and Caine pulled back just in time before my forehead cracked against his. I noted he was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. “How long have you been awake?”
“Since Effie let herself into the apartment and I had to move fast to stop her from coming in here.”
I blanched at the thought. “She has a key.”
He snorted. “It’s Effie—what do you think?”
“I think she has a key and a spare,” I muttered.
Caine’s eyes were bright with mirth and my grumpiness dissipated at the sight. “I thought you loved Effie.”
“I do.” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “I’d love her more, though, if she’d let me sleep a few more hours.”
“Her breakfast will make the tiredness worth it,” he promised, and grabbed my hand to gently haul me up. I winced and he instantly stopped. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
Not exactly.
I slid gently off the bed. “I’m feeling a little sore, that’s all.”
He frowned, understanding. “Oh.”
Sensing where his thoughts had gone, I patted his arm in reassurance as I passed him. “It was worth every twinge, believe me.”
His arm shot out, sliding around my waist to stop me. I looked up at him in question. He still looked concerned. “You’re sure you’re okay? I got a little carried away last night.”
I grinned. I could still feel the throbbing between my legs as a reminder. “I know. I was there. And trust me … you can get carried away like that with me anytime.”
Caine’s hand tightened on my waist.
“Last night was amazing,” I insisted.
The tension leaked out of him and a smirk pulled at his lips. “Yeah, it was,” he agreed, his voice deep with satisfaction.
“Are you two kids coming down for breakfast or what?” Effie shouted from downstairs.
My eyes widened. “She has quite the pair of lungs on her for an old bird.”
Caine tapped his ear. “She also has superhuman hearing, so I’d cool it with the ‘old bird’ comments.”
“Right.” I pressed my lips together and looked around the room at my discarded clothes. An uncomfortable thought hit me. “I have nothing appropriate to wear.”
In answer Caine wandered into his walk-in. He came out a few seconds later and thrust a Red Sox T-shirt at me.
I stared at it, aghast. “A T-shirt. You want me to wear a T-shirt.”
With an impatient huff Caine rolled it up and then none too gently yanked it over my head. “It’s just Effie.”
Annoyed, I pushed my arms through the sleeves and jerked it down over my body. With my being tall, it only reached the tops of my thighs. I shot him a look. “Are you kidding me?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly pleased with himself. “It’s very sexy.”
Ignoring the familiar thrill that shot through me at his appreciative gaze, I retorted, “Yeah, and that would be fine if I were just having breakfast with you. But I’m not. I’m having breakfast with your pseudograndmother.”