But she’d given herself this one evening and it wasn’t over yet. She’d worry about the rest tomorrow.
Good thinking, Scarlett.
Right now, she just wanted to revel in the afterglow…and then heat things up again with Cane.
“Will you stay the night?” she asked. Dangerous, yes. But surely one sleepover would be okay.
He nodded and climbed into bed with her. “I have a meeting first thing in the morning but…I’m nowhere near done with you.”
She smiled. “Lucky me.”
His jaw clenched. “We’ll see. I’m afraid you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Bev reached for him, loving the feel of his cool skin against her hot flesh. Loving his weight on her when his body covered hers. She spread her legs wide to accommodate him, ran her hands over the hard muscles covering his strong arms, broad shoulders and wide back.
Feeling the raised scratches, she frowned. “Shit. I dug in,” she said as the pad of one finger trailed along a fresh wound that ran from the nape of his neck to the small of his back.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said as his lips grazed her neck. “I’m a quick healer.”
She thought about her own injury earlier in the week. There wasn’t a trace of it left. He wouldn’t heal so fast. “I’ll try to be more careful.”
“Not on my account.” His pelvis ground against hers, his erection strong and full and sliding along her slick, swollen lips. “Knowing you’re turned-on makes me even harder.”
“More good fortune for me,” she said. And meant it. As complicated as this was, as careful as she needed to be to ensure she didn’t reveal too much about herself, slip up on dates or adventures or any other clue that might make him question her age, she cherished this connection she had. With this incredibly hot, sensuous man.
He lifted his head from her throat and stared down at her. His tone was deadly serious as he said, “You’re obviously not frail. Stronger than I’d ever imagined, in fact. But, Bev,” His eyes seemed to search hers before he added, “I could hurt you. I’m much stronger than you. Much more powerful than you know.”
She rubbed her thumb over the furrow of his brow. He was so damned sexy. And sweet. Protective. The way he looked at her and touched her made her feel like she belonged to him. Like he’d claimed her on some animalistic, territorial level.
For tonight, she’d be his. And would covet every second with him.
“Seriously, you haven’t hurt me and you won’t.”
“I’m just saying…” He frowned. “I lose control with you.”
“Mm, yes, you do.” Her fingers twined in his silky, obsidian hair. The strands were thick and long and unruly. “And I like it.”
No, she loved it. But perhaps that was a word best avoided.
He studied her closely, as though committing every detail of her face to memory. Then he said, “You are so beautiful. So damned sexy. And I want to be inside you again.”
A shiver of delight chased up her spine. “I’m as ready as you are.”
“No,” he said, a wicked glint in his black eyes. “Not yet.”
He slid slowly down her body, his mouth blazing a trail to her breasts. His tongue teased her nipples tighter, his palms caressed and squeezed and titillated. Her breath quickened and her body coiled tight with anticipation and the need he instantly sparked.
“Cane,” she whispered his name. Granting him permission. Reminding him of what she wanted most. He’d take his time pleasing her, she knew that now. But that wouldn’t stop her from wanting him inside her, stroking her inner depths, pushing deeper, coming inside her.
Her pussy throbbed, desperately in need of feeling him hard and full and unrelenting. Unyielding. Goddamn, he’d been so hard when he’d been inside her! He’d stretched her, filled her. Made her feel complete.
As much as she enjoyed everything he did to her, it was pure torture to know he had an erection and wasn’t using it! The foreplay was spectacular, but the main event was addictive.
He moved further south until his mouth covered her and she knew she was in for another mind-numbing orgasm—or ten!—delivered by the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on. His tongue stroked her lips in long, full movements that had her panting like she was in heat. He touched her so intimately, as though he’d always known her. Knew instinctively how to caress and pleasure. Knew the right pace, the right amount of pressure, the right everything!
Okay, she could wait for him to make love to her. Because what he did to her now felt so incredibly exquisite, she could lie here forever and let him drive her wild. He licked and sucked and flicked, his tongue working erotic magic on her tingling flesh, her hypersensitive clit.
Her fingers were still tangled in his hair. She arched her back and her head hit the pillow beneath her.