With a gentleness that nearly made me cry, he lay me on the bed and joined me, pulling the covers over us both. He was still hard. He still wanted me, I knew. As much as I wanted him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as my hand found him and he moaned.
“Yes. I want you. I want this. Make me forget everything but this.”
As if in slow motion, our mouths met and desire curled down deep in my belly. Our tongues danced, entwined as he pushed his hand through my hair. I kissed him passionately, sharing all that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel for him.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmured against my lips before licking into my mouth. Our kiss softened and then deepened again as he took his time. I understood. I could kiss him for eternity.
Needing more of my skin to touch his, I molded myself to him, draping my leg across his middle. His cock pulsed against my thigh, a reminder of how much he desired me.
He rolled me onto my back and I took his heavy weight. It was glorious, and I clung to him, never wanting to let go. His hand was on my breast, kneading my flesh, and his mouth followed.
I cried out as his lips and teeth sucked and bit, driving me wild. I didn’t know my breasts were a conduit to my clitoris, but I knew it now.
“Please.”
It was a prayer. A plea. I just needed this ache to end and I knew he was the only one to do it. My longing for him increased as his unique mixture of tenderness and strength went into every touch.
“Please,” I begged again. “Need you. Please. Inside of me.”
“Baby, I’m going to touch you, and I want you just to let go,” he said as his hand traveled down my body, exploring each curve in agonizing slowness. Then he was there, his long fingers dipping into my depths.
“So hot, Caitlyn. Everything is so fucking hot with you. So sweet. So perfect.”
I cried out as he cupped my sex, his thumb circling my clitoris. A finger, then two slipped deep inside me as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I keened as all the sensations hit me at once, my body tightened as his fingers drove into me, twisting, finding that spot that caused my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Do you know how incredible you are?” he asked as his fingers drove me to the edge. I came, my body crashing and writhing against him as waves of pleasure threatened to drown me in their intensity.
Then he was gone, but only for a moment as he rolled a condom on. When his weight was on me again, his throbbing cock between us, he hesitated. “You’re still sure?”
I lifted my hips, crying out his name, and he was there, buried deep inside me. His mouth was on mine again as our bodies crashed together.
He bit down on my earlobe and I cried out, my body tightening around his. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, spurred on by his hand on my breast. His other hand sank into my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat to his lips.
There was nothing but us. No pain. Only this.
I came, my cry transforming into a wail as he continued to thrust into me hard. Then he was coming too, a roar filling the room as he spilled into me.
At the height of my orgasm, I understood the answer to everything. I understood why I was born. Why I’d met the man inside me. With him, I was on the precipice of something wonderful and unique.
“There you are,” he said as I floated back to earth. “There’s my beautiful friend.”
As I looked up into his beautiful eyes, I was so grateful to have him here with me, grateful for the hunt that had brought us together.
For now.
CHAPTER 12
KP
From the time I was a kid, my destiny was set in stone, but now, everything had shifted.
I knew from the moment I saw Caitlyn that something was different, and it scared the total fuck out of me. Now, I never want it to go back to how it once was.
Which was funny, because I was pretty much the biggest cynic in existence. Love. Marriage. Happy ever after. Pathetic garbage. Ass pimples. Toxic waste. They all equaled the same thing.
Never in my entire life had I felt what I did with Caitlyn that night. The whole day, actually. From the moment I stepped onto her porch, it had been beyond my expectations in every way. I had to admit that I was proud of who I allowed myself to be that day.
I couldn’t believe that I’d braved family day without a flare-up, which was unheard of. I even enjoyed myself, and I think Wenton did too. We usually just bore out the tedium until it was time to successfully retreat to his cottage without being noticed by anyone who knew us or our parents. Those family days were usually rife with people trying to get our money lodged into this program or that. Most were for worthy causes — Lord knew the mentally ill needed awareness and support — but many people took advantage of those who found themselves facing misfortune. Those motherfuckers made me crazy.
Then Caitlyn’s dear grandma died, and there I was. The man who reportedly had no feelings was dealing with that kind of emotional aftershock. At first, I didn’t think I’d be able to handle the tidal wave of grief that swept Caitlyn under. Surprisingly, I did. In fact, I was compelled to be a part of it as her champion and protector. I wasn’t afraid of her overwhelming feelings. I understood them, and just wanted to help her ride through. She was so raw, so honest, so incredibly real.
She wasn’t a woman who wanted handbags and shoes, she didn’t need me to show my love by fawning over her or casting her in a movie. She just needed love when her life fell apart. She only wanted me to hold her when she faced being alone.
And there she was, clothed only in a towel, trying so hard to reach outside of her comfort zone for me and my needs, which were well known. How many women had been in that exact same position? Under my body, positioned on my cock, ready for the ride of a lifetime. I never would have hesitated to take the deep plunge and fuck until dawn. Caitlyn was settled right where I needed her, and I was aimed right at her, ready to shoot. And I stopped. We had been grinding and dry humping like horny teens at a summer camp, and it didn’t feel real enough, at least not real enough for her.
I wanted her there with me… mind, body and soul. I wanted above anything in the world to make love to her and to throw off the armor I’d been wearing all of my life and expose the raw, ugly skin underneath. The skin that felt hated by his parents, coveted by strangers, and resentful of his role as caregiver to a brother who should have just been his friend, not his responsibility. I wanted to bare the eviscerated heart that had let people smash it to bits for their own greed and desires. And finally, I hoped to find a warm place to call home. A place that understood all the things that made a prince ugly enough to slay.
And there she was, nestled under me. Vulnerable, awkward, and perfect.