The Summer He Came Home (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 1)

“Slow down, babe,” he whispered, loving the whimper that fell from her as she halted. “Or this will be over before it begins.”

His hands cupped her breasts, and his mouth finally claimed a turgid peak. He closed around her and suckled gently at first and then harder, with much urgency. Her breast swelled against him, and he massaged the other, taking his time so that he could enjoy her fully.

“Oh Cain,” she breathed.

His name on her lips, the passion that colored her voice—it filled his chest with an emotion that grabbed him hard. He licked the hard, puckered nipple and turned his attention to her second breast. Minutes later, she leaned against him, her arms on his shoulders, her breaths rapid and harsh.

Slowly his hands caressed their way down to her hips, and he held her for several moments, teasing himself with the feel of her heat on him. Carefully, he moved her so that she lay on the bed.

Her huge eyes stared at him in silence as her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Her knees were bent, and his eyes rested upon the small silk patch that hid the treasure he sought.

Cain stood and doffed his shirt. Hell, he might have broken a few buttons in his haste but didn’t care. His fingers made quick work of his belt, and his jeans and shoes followed until he stood by the bed buck naked, with a raging hard-on and a rabid desire.

He slid alongside her and claimed her mouth once more, this time a tender sweep, more of a tease than a taste. Cain stared down into her eyes and kissed her nose, her cheeks, and her forehead.

“Remember what I said, Maggie?”

She nodded, eyes not wavering, though she remained silent. His hand trailed down her chest and settled upon her belly. Muscles moved beneath her flesh as he splayed his large hand across her.

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes, and his fingers moved lower. When he slipped inside her thong and probed the soft wetness there, she bit her lip and groaned.

“Don’t close your eyes, Maggie.” He needed to see her, see the pleasure in her eyes. Pleasure that he gave her.

She whimpered beneath his ministrations but held his gaze steady. Cain took his time, his long fingers massaging, teasing, until she was slick with need. When he slid two fingers deep inside, she bucked her hips slightly and he smiled. God, she was tight. He bent lower and whispered against her mouth.

“Relax, babe.” He moved slightly so that he lay across her, rotated his fingers inside her, and when she jerked crazily, he paused and then rubbed the sweet spot in a steady, thorough motion until she quivered.

“Oh God, Cain.” Her hips gyrated in a jerky movement, and he claimed her mouth once more as she came. Her orgasm rippled through her, and he felt every nuance of it. When it faded, when his fingers ceased their magic, he broke the kiss and spoke, his tone husky.

“I’m just getting started.”

***

Maggie stared up at Cain in wonder. She’d never been this aroused before. Ever. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had an orgasm before, at least she didn’t think so, and she was pretty sure that if she actually had to think about it, it hadn’t happened. Maybe she’d had a baby orgasm or a twinge, but nothing like this.

His hard, muscular body strained against hers, and she knew how close to the edge he was riding. Heck, she’d seen him. He was huge and hard and so ready.

He dropped another kiss on her and moved away. For a second she felt bereft as cool air slid along her body.

But then he dragged her thong down, leaving her fully exposed, and her breath caught in her throat at the dark look of desire that hung on his face.

A slow, wicked smile claimed his mouth, and he slid to the floor so that he was on his knees. Between her legs. His hands were on her thighs, and he gently pulled them apart. Cain tugged her forward until her butt was on the edge of the bed, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the heat of his breath against her inner thigh. Oh God.

His mouth was down there. So close.

She’d never done this. She wasn’t a prude by any means, but Michael’s father had never taken his time with her. Sex had always been a quick, furious joining, and then it was over. Their repertoire hadn’t included anything but the missionary position.

Cain’s fingers slid along her thigh, and her first instinct was to close her legs, but the gentle pressure he exerted won over. “Relax, Maggie.” His words tickled so close to her there that she blushed. And when his fingers began their assault once more, she whimpered.

Which turned into a full-on groan as his tongue slid inside her most secret spot. He teased and tortured until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her inhibitions flew right out the window, and her legs relaxed until she was fully open to him. Until she could enjoy what he was doing and revel in her sexuality. Her hands found their way into the thick waves that framed his face, and she held him steady as he suckled and teased and stroked until her body erupted into another orgasm, one that liquefied her and left her weak and panting.

“Cain, I…”

She didn’t have time to finish—not that she could begin to vocalize her thoughts—because he flipped her onto her belly and hoisted her butt in the air. “I can’t hold back, babe. I want to, but I can’t.”

Maggie was still dazed, vaguely heard the ripping of foil, and then his hands were on her ass. His right hand massaged the roundness before sliding up to the dip at the base of her spine at the same time his left was there at her sex, probing and teasing.

She felt him against her back, the heavy, hard weight of him, and turned her head slightly. “Cain, I don’t know if I can—”