He pressed a hard, but thoroughly erotic kiss to her mouth, his tongue diving deep and rubbing against hers, obliterating all thought except for the hunger he ignited within her. Each parry and thrust was an explicit promise of what he still had in store for her. She opened wider for him and slid her hands through his hair. Gripping them, she guided his head, tilting it, so she could do her fair share of conquering. His dark groan telegraphed his approval.
One moment, she stood there, devouring his mouth, and in the next, the world upended as Cain wrapped his arms around her, hauled her off her feet and bore her to the thickly carpeted floor. By the time she regained her breath, he’d tugged the dress gathered at her waist down her legs. Black lace panties quickly followed. Only the flames and his searing hot gaze licked over her skin, heating her.
She shivered, and a belated bout of modesty materialized. One hand fluttered restlessly over her chest—which made zero sense considering he’d just had his lips and tongue there—and the other settled on her rounded belly, inching toward the soaked, swollen flesh between her thighs. She was so exposed. So naked. So vulnerable. Emphasized even more by the suit he still wore. He’d shed her of her armor, put every imperfection and insecurity of hers on display. But he remained as guarded, assafeas ever.
She didn’t like it.
“Take it off,” she croaked.
She hadn’t planned on issuing that order, and from the stillness of his big frame, he hadn’t expected it either. Maybe he didn’t appreciate it, if the narrowing of his eyes provided any indication. But she didn’t rescind the demand. They needed to be on equal footing tonight. It was all she would accept.
“The suit,” she clarified. “Take it off.”
He didn’t move, and for an instant, panic bubbled within her chest. Had she gone too far? Would he walk away? A man so used to power and being in charge probably didn’t take kindly to another person attempting to wrestle control from him. Well, it would hurt, but if he chose to leave, then he did. Tonight was about what they both needed, not just what he needed.
But her worries dissipated as he wrenched his tie from side to side, loosening the knot. The material fluttered to the floor. And his jacket, shirt, socks and shoes followed. At the sight of his wide, powerful chest and shoulders, and his ruthlessly toned arms, she swallowed past a constricted throat. Constricted with the rawest, most primitive need that had ever gripped her.
He was...perfect.
From the jut of his collarbone, to the dusting of dark hair over his pectorals, to the intriguing, dusky dip of his navel, on to the silky line bisecting his corrugated abs that disappeared under the band of his pants.
Sculpted art. Battle-ready warrior.
And for tonight,mine.
Oh, she should be terrified at how that one word resonated inside her. Instead, her fingertips itched to trace every beautiful inch of him.
But his hooded stare pinned her in place as his hands fell to the top of his pants. Without removing his gaze from her, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then shoved them down his muscular thighs. She had just enough time to soak in his beauty clothed only in tight black boxer briefs when he pushed those down, too.
Andoh my God...
Had she thought him stunning before? She’d been mistaken.
Stripped of the layers of civility, the true primal, beautiful animal was revealed. If anything, the cloak of his suits muted the power so evident in his big, naked body. She stared. Couldn’t help it. Even that part of him—almost brutish with its wide, flared cap and thick, veined column—was gorgeous. And her mouth watered for a taste. To see if the virility that emanated from him possessed a particular flavor...
She didn’t realize she’d shifted to her elbows, prepared to discover the truth for herself, until he knelt between her legs and pressed a palm to her shoulder, gently lowering her back down. A graze of lips over her neck, a kiss to each nipple, a nip of her stomach, a lick of her hip bone... Alarm scaled in her chest as understanding struck her. Belatedly, she scrabbled for his shoulders, but he moved out of her reach.
In her experience, oral sex seemed a chore for men. And in return, it’d never been that much of a pleasurable act because their impatience hindered her from truly enjoying it. The thought of disappointing Cain with her lack of reaction sent a trill of panic through her. Why couldn’t they just get to the main event? Him inside her—
Oh...
Cain dragged a long, luxurious lick up the center of her, circling the pulsing nub cresting the top of her sex. Pleasure bolted through her and her hips punched upward, meeting his tongue and lips. A groan ripped free from her, and a full-body shudder worked its way over her.
“God, you taste good,” Cain muttered, delivering another hot suck. Another flick. “The only thing I wanted more than this was to be buried so fucking deep inside you. And breathing. Maybe. If I could have this every day—” another soft and brutal lick “—breathing might be optional.”
His words whirled in her head, echoed in her chest even as Cain’s mouth yanked her under his erotic spell. She tunneled her fingers in his hair, gripping the strands as he feasted on her. His hum vibrated against her flesh, and it hit her that he wasenjoying it. Enjoyingher.
He claimed every inch of her with his greedy strokes, licks and swirls. She lost herself in the dark pool of ecstasy, willingly going under with each nibble and lap.
“Cain,” she rasped. Hell, pleaded.
In reply, he drew her into his mouth, sucked hard and thrust a finger inside her.
She flew.
She seized, the rapture tearing at her, splintering her. The piercing sound of her cry reverberated in the room, and she couldn’t be embarrassed about it. Not when pleasure unlike any she’d known arced through her in jagged waves. She could barely breathe past it, her frame trembling as it ebbed.
Lethargy soaked into her muscles, but then the sight of Cain snatching his jacket close, retrieving his billfold from the inside pocket and removing a small foil packet ignited the simmering heat in her veins, in her flesh.
