Beautiful Mistake

I barely heard my own voice, my words stuck in my throat. “Okay.”

Caine covered my eyes with his tie, securing it in place like a blindfold. I didn’t even bother to try to open my eyes—I was too eager to feel what he wanted me to feel.

“You good?” he whispered.

I nodded.

He slowly unzipped the back of my dress. I wasn’t sure if it was the anticipation or if my hearing was actually heightened because I was blindfolded, but the sound of my zipper slowly coming down had my entire body on fire. My nipples swelled, and every nerve ending seemed to come alive—I could feel my own skin.

Caine took his time sliding the dress down my body, using the silky material to caress my curves as he prompted me to step out. Cool air assaulted my skin when he stepped away, leaving me standing alone in nothing but lingerie and stilettos. I heard rustling in the room, but had no idea what he was doing. When his warmth returned behind me, his fingers dug into my hips and pulled me flush against him. He’d removed his shirt, and I could feel his hard chest against my back. Through his pants, the thick length of his cock pushed against my ass. He kissed his way up my neck until he reached my ear.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to be inside of you. I want to take you bare—nothing between us tonight. Is that okay?”

My answer was half yes, half moan.

“I’m going to cover your ears now. You good?”

I nodded again. I would have agreed to anything at that point. My body was vibrating with need. Caine slipped something over my ears. He’d taken my noise-reduction headphones from the nightstand table. His voice was muffled when he spoke.

“I’ve connected you to my playlist. I’ll start the music low so you can get used to it and increase the volume slowly.”

After a bluesy instrumental began, Caine removed my bra and panties. He then removed the rest of his clothing and stood behind me, his warm cock sandwiched between his abdomen and the top of my ass. He lifted one side of the earphones and the music that had been playing was replaced by his raspy voice.

“Shoes stay on.”

He guided me to the bed and spread me out on my back. Once I was settled, he raised the music’s volume. Unable to see or hear him, I let out a loud gasp when he began sucking my nipple. My back arched off the bed at the erotic feeling of being touched without warning, of succumbing to his will without question. Instead of feeling captive because I was unable to see or hear, I had the opposite feeling—one of total and complete freedom.

The anticipation of what he might do next was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Each pinch, lick, stroke, and caress of my body made me that much more desperate for him. I was panting with need, even though I couldn’t hear myself.

Caine raised the volume to the music again just as another instrumental started. It was a slow, building piece where the sound and intensity grew, and his actions seemed to mimic that ascent. He took my mouth in a passionate kiss, stealing my breath with the depth of feeling it ignited inside my chest. I was consumed inside and out—the deprivation of everything around me leaving nothing to focus on but him and the way he made me feel.

He broke the kiss on a pant, his body pulling away from mine as I felt him lift up. I couldn’t see him, but I was certain he was kneeling over me, taking in my body. I pictured his eyes dilated, nostrils flaring, and desire burning on his beautiful face. Laying spread eagle, blind to everything around me, should have made me feel vulnerable, but instead I felt empowered.

I reached up, knowing he was there even though I couldn’t see him, and pulled him gently down to me. Caine’s lips brushed over mine as he covered my body with his. Underneath his weight, I opened my legs as wide as I could, inviting him inside. I felt his groan vibrate on my skin as he moved his erection up and down through the wetness between my legs. Then suddenly, the volume in my headphones rose, and Caine pushed inside of me.

The music blared.

The only thing I could see was blackness.

But God, could I feel.

It was the most decadent, erotic, beautiful feeling in the world as Caine eased inside. So many emotions overwhelmed me. My eyes welled up as the music hit its crescendo and Caine buried himself deep—filling me in so many ways.

I’d been on the edge of glory for so long, it didn’t take long for the throb inside of me to start. His thrusts were hard, driving in and out with powerful movements that brushed my clit on each downward glide. My world began to splinter as I headed toward climax, everything and anything falling away as my sole focus became the two of us—this moment.

I moaned loudly as it hit me, uttering Caine’s name over and over as I rode the wave blindly. Our hips gyrated in unison, somehow moving to the music encasing us. I thought I’d peaked at the top of the roller coaster, but apparently I hadn’t. Caine gave one last deep thrust, and I felt the heat from his release spill into me—which set me off riding a whole new wave I hadn’t seen on the horizon.

I was utterly spent by the time we stopped rocking back and forth. My body felt spineless, as if I would collapse in a puddle on the floor if I tried to stand. Caine untied the blindfold first and then slipped the headphones from my ears.

He waited for me to speak, but it wasn’t easy. Every ounce of energy had been drained from my body.

“That was crazy,” I finally managed to croak out.

Caine’s lip twitched—which I still loved for some inexplicable reason. He wiped my damp hair from my face. “Yeah.”

“I’ve never…” I didn’t know how to explain what I’d just experienced. “It’s never…that was.”

Caine smiled warmly. “Yeah. Me too.”

I laughed. “Is it always like that…with headphones and blindfolded?”

“I have no idea.”

My brows drew down. “You’ve never done that before?”

“Nope.”

My jaw dropped. “So how are you so damn good at it, then?”

He chuckled. “I’m not. It’s us.”

“Us?”

“Together. It just works. I felt it the first night we met. Just didn’t want to accept it.”

He was right. The connection between us had been there from our first meeting—a spark we could step on and try to extinguish or blow on to fan the flame.

“Do you accept it now?”

He brushed my lips with his and whispered against them. “I never really had a choice, Feisty.”





The sound of a cell phone ringing jarred me from a deep sleep.

“Shit.” I propped myself up on my elbows and was met with a stream of light directly in my eyes. I squinted my dismay at the open blinds allowing the sun to blare through and reached to my end table for my cell.

Missed call flashed on the screen by the time I grabbed it. I checked the call log, looked at the time, and turned to Caine, lying on his stomach.

“Caine?” I whispered.

His eyes pressed closed more tightly. “Mmm?”

“It’s almost ten o’clock. You have class in an hour.”