I was a magnet to his iron touch. He snatched me up, his hands prowling over my stomach and hips. I was grateful for the chill; he’d turned me into a furnace.
Shivering under the slow rolling of his thumbs, I leaned upward. “You really think I’m not a local girl, huh?”
Light from the stars morphed his blue eyes into diamonds. “You’re not eager enough to get in my pants to be from around here, hon.”
We came together; I didn’t know who moved first. Running my lips across his, I tasted the last tangy drops of champagne. I’d wanted to be soft, but Kain gripped me tighter, his teeth battling with my tongue. Pulling back, I fought to catch my breath. “How about now? Still not convinced I’m eager?”
“No,” he growled. “Convince me more.”
The garden was fresh, it smelled green. Around us, his family and friends chatted and laughed into the cool night air. They didn’t see me take Kain’s hand. They didn’t see me drag him toward his house.
They definitely didn’t see me reach out to grab his ass.
We made it inside, up those treacherous stairs. It’s amazing we managed, everything felt like a fuzzy dream I’d barely remember later. Good, I told myself, following him into his bedroom. Once this is out of my system, I won’t want to remember.
He shoved me through the doorway; I stumbled, giving up any chance of taking control of our interaction. My vision spun, I could see dark walls, a darker bed, and a single window that hinted at the world outside.
It was a setting that deprived me of all senses . . . all distractions . . . but one.
Him.
Kain hooked my dress hem and lifted it, digging his hands into my ass. He didn’t ask. He wasn’t the sort to waste time asking. A trickle of fear crawled along my spine. Will he go too far? Had I forgotten what kind of man he was so easily?
We’d only met yesterday—it felt ages ago. I’d known then that he was trouble. A man who demanded, a man who consumed until he was sated. How had I let myself forget why I’d been avoiding him?
Then his fingers cupped my pussy, and I stopped caring.
“You’re already wet,” he murmured. That raw sound shivered through my cells.
Taking his hand, I pushed him against me. “Don’t get a big ego. I just haven’t had sex in forever.”
I could feel his grin when it rubbed over my lips. He didn’t believe me. Riding his own arrogance, Kain threaded his fingers through the side of my panties. He outlined my lips, tracing outside, then along my slit.
Heat rippled through my core. I crushed my thighs around his wrist; he kept petting me, never bothering to remove my panties. “Fuck, you’re so ready.”
I wasn’t about to let him act like I was the only horny one in the room; I felt for his cock, expecting him to be hard . . . but I didn’t think he’d be so damn huge. “You’re ready, too.” I meant it to sound confident, except I was too overwhelmed.
“Of course I fucking am.” He yanked me down, dropping us both to the floor. Under my spine, his rug was thick and plush. “I’ve wanted to stretch you out with my cock since I saw you dancing around that shop of yours.”
That was news to me. Baffled, I thought of what to say. He saved me the effort, his erection pressing roughly into my middle. He rocked back and forth, his belt jingling. His zipper cut through the silence.
Ripping his pants down to his thighs, then his shirt over his head, he showed off his naked torso. The edges of his muscles were illuminated by the garden lights peeking through the window. Kain was more of a statue than a man; how else could he be so flawless?
Then my eyes tracked down, and I spotted two things. The first was almost lost among the parade of tattoos on his skin. If I hadn’t seen it on Francesca, it wouldn’t have stood out to me. The red-and-black crown sat on his ribs, the same spot hers had been.
I was intrigued, but then there was the second thing:
His scar.
It curved along the lower right side of his stomach. Immediately I pictured a butcher’s knife, or . . .
A bullet wound.
It was a crazy thought. Kain seemed wild, but that didn’t mean he got into gunfights.
“Oh, baby girl,” he said, reaching for my dress. “I want to see those tits of yours in all their glory.”
His flattery caused my heart to stutter. I grabbed for the fabric, helping him pull the dress up and over. It messed up my hair; I was quick to smooth it. Kain wasn’t paying attention, he was fixated hungrily on my chest.
Taking the hint, I reached back, popping my bra off. The air swept over my nipples; it would have firmed them, but Kain had already pushed them to their peak. He breathed in sharply, flicking his stare up to mine. “You might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Kain leaned in, fingers wrapping in my hair, ensuring I couldn’t break away when he kissed me. Each swirl of his tongue on the roof of my mouth brushed my nerves away.
My worries.
I was melting into the floor, the heat between us boiling. His cock flexed, I could feel the thick veins through his briefs and my panties. The fear that he might be wide enough to cause me pain was turning me into mush. Riding him would be like riding a roller coaster.
Reaching between us, he tugged his underwear aside. The warm, naked flesh of his prick ground along my slit. I cooed as he bumped my clit, but my hands came down, gripping his shoulders. Fuck, his muscles were solid. “Wait. Use a condom.”
He laughed darkly. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do you wrong like that, you don’t want to carry one of my kids, trust me.”
It was a weird thing to say. It made me pause, my lusty haze breaking under his sobering warning. Kain slid a foil packet from the pants around his thighs. The condom peeled cleanly down his full length—watching was erotic.
“Lean back,” he said flatly, “and brace yourself. I’m about to find out if this pussy is as homebred as you keep trying to say, or if you’re about to fall apart from how hard I fuck you.”
His eyes roiled like an animal’s in heat. Did mine look the same? “Shut up and show me what you can do. You told me to fuck you and forget you, right?” Gripping his ass, I pulled him against me. “Do it. Rock me until I forget who you are, Kain.”
Shivering, he angled himself. “I love hearing you say my name. Try to do it while you’re screaming, baby girl.” Then he plunged forward, his cock head stretching me so abruptly I saw flashes of color behind my eyeballs.
Kain drove into me like he wanted to make a point. Maybe he did—maybe he wanted to show me I couldn’t handle him.
That I couldn’t forget him.
No, I told myself, wrapping my legs around his waist. This is a one-time hookup. One and done. I’ll never see him after this.
And that was just fine.
Just . . . fine.
Closing my eyes, I moaned at the sensation of his hard hips cutting into my skin. Each thrust caused his ridges of muscles to bump my breasts or graze over my swollen clit. He bent me in two, the rug tickling my cheek as I sank in.