A Long Time Coming (Cane Brothers, #3)

“Oh my God,” she shouts as she stumbles back into the bedroom door. “I thought you left.”

“Lia, you know me better than that.” I let my eyes travel down her body and back up. “New outfit? I like it.”

She rolls her eyes and goes to her dresser, where she pulls out a pair of shorts and a shirt. I hop off the bed and walk up behind her just as she’s shutting her second drawer. She stills when she feels me.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I drag my finger over the slope of her neck.

“You had some water right here,” I say, my voice growing deeper than usual from a simple touch of her soft skin.

She turns around so her back is against the dresser, and she’s facing me. “That’s what towels are for,” she says. Her chest is rising and falling at a more rapid rate.

“Seems like you missed it,” I say and then move my finger along her collarbone. “And here, you missed some water here.”

“I was quick with drying off,” she says as she leans back against the dresser.

“Yeah, why was that?”

“I don’t know,” she answers as she wets her lips.

“Well, you did a shit job, because you have some water here too,” I say as I move my finger along the swell of her breast.

Her teeth roll over the bottom of her lip as her chest rises against my finger. I take that as a good sign and continue to push forward. I move my hand to where the towel is tucked under her arm and toy with it, seeing what her reaction would be. When she doesn’t say anything, I give it a soft tug, loosening the terrycloth.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Helping you dry off,” I say. “Unless you don’t want me to help. I’d be more than happy to just watch.”

“Why, uh, why would you want to watch?” she asks. She slips into the mood, just like that. Easier than I thought, but I still want to move at a snail’s pace with her because I don’t want to fuck this up. I have one chance to make her mine, one fucking chance, and I’m not going to forget patience this time.

“Because,” I answer as I tug on the towel again, loosening it all the way. The reason it’s still on her is because I’m holding it up, yet she makes no move to stop me. “I didn’t get a good look at those tits last night.”

And then, I release the towel, letting it fall to the ground between us. My eyes immediately fall to her breasts, and I grow hard instantly as I take all of her in.

Firm yet supple breasts with light pink nipples beaded to a point, entice my mouth. Her body curves in at her waist and flares at her hips. Petite, but just enough to grab on to. Her pussy is bare, which makes my mouth water even more, and as I drag my gaze back up to her face, I see the hunger she has in her mossy-green eyes.

“I need a better look,” I say as I take her hand in mine.

“Better look at what?” she asks as I walk her to the window of her bedroom and flip open the curtains. “Breaker,” she says as she recoils against my chest.

“They’re tinted. No one can see,” I whisper against her ear. That seems to relax her enough for me to gather both of her hands in mine and then lift them above her head and pin them against the floor-length window.

A gasp falls past her lips before she says, “Wh-What are you doing?”

“Drying you off,” I answer and then press her hands against the window. I speak directly into her ear as I say, “Don’t move these. Got it?”

“Breaker—”

“Got it?” I repeat, this time sterner.

She nods her head as she shakily says, “Yes.”

Satisfied she won’t move, I pick up her towel from near the dresser and walk back toward the window where she’s waiting.

I don’t rush. I take my time as I consume every inch of her with my eyes. This woman has absolutely captivated me from day one, and the fact she’s letting me see her like this and touch her is enough to make me go fucking crazy with desire.

I place the towel over my hand and step up behind her. “I’m just going to dry you off, okay?”

She nods so I bring my towel-covered hand to her front as I press my bare chest to her back. I slowly move it over her stomach and then up to her breasts. When I connect with them, her head rolls to the side as a light moan fills the silence of the room. I move to the other breast and make sure to twist her nipple to cause her to gasp. I drag the towel up to her neck, where I grip her tightly, not choking her but enough to show her I’m in command.

I place my lips close to her ear as I say, “Spread your legs.”

“Breaker . . .” she whispers right before I feel her swallow.

“Spread them, Ophelia,” I repeat, and this time, she listens. “Good girl.” I drag the towel down, between her breasts, past her stomach, and straight between her legs. Her head falls back against my chest as she groans.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face as I move the towel back up her stomach only to lower my body so her ass is right in front of my face. I bring the towel to the two round globes and act like I’m drying them off, but in reality, I’m giving them a gentle squeeze.

Her ass is so perfect, and I’ll be a happy man the day I get to spank it. But not today.

I drag the towel down her left leg and then all the way back up, where I briefly pass over her pussy, and then drag the towel down her other leg. Meanwhile, she holds still, her hands propped against the window.

“There,” I say as I toss the towel to the side. “Let’s see how I did.” I place both hands at her ankles and then slowly drag them up the sides of her legs, using my fingertips rather than my palm. Goosebumps break out over her skin as I continue to work my way up until I’m standing and my hands are at her waist. “Dry so far,” I say as I walk my hands up her stomach, and then with my chest against her back, I cup each breast and pass my thumbs over her nipples.

“Fuck,” she whispers as her head once again falls back.

“You like your tits being played with, don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, I squeeze her nipple and say, “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out heavily.

“I thought so.” I keep hold of one breast, lightly massaging it, while I drag my other hand up to her throat and grip it firmly. “You also like it when I hold you like this, don’t you?”

She nods against my chest, and her confirmation turns me on more.

“Good answer. Seems like you’re dry, but I just have one more place to check.” I keep my hand at her throat, my thumb pressed into her jaw, as my other hand floats down her stomach, past her belly button, and straight to the spot between her legs. I slip one finger over her slit and revel with just how fucking turned on she is. “Ophelia, I thought I dried you off.” I drag my finger over her clit, causing her to moan. “But you’re incredibly wet. How could that be?”

I remove my finger and bring it up to my mouth, where I let her hear me suck on it, while still holding her by the neck. “Fuck, you taste so good.” I place my hand on her hip as I speak softly to her. “Now, you have two choices. I can either lick you clean or bring the towel between your legs again. You tell me what you want.”