Ride Dirty (Raven Riders 3.50)

Caine blinked. That was it?

“And if you have any advice on how to make my voice louder or more convincing than the one in your head that keeps telling you I could ever hate you or that anything about my attack was your fault, could you please let me know?”

His jaw dropped, and Caine felt like he’d just walked cartoon-like into an unseen pole. This…this was just one more proof that this woman saw him. Right now, that wasn’t super fucking comfortable. But it was so foreign to be seen that he couldn’t do anything but bask in it, even if he felt utterly exposed.

“Fuck, Emma,” he managed, his thoughts too tangled to even attempt a meaningful answer to her question. “What are you doing to me?”

“Trying to let you know I care,” she said. Like it was obvious. Like it was normal. Like it wasn’t blowing his goddamn mind. And then she just kept right on doing it. “Because you’re also the man who, for almost three weeks now, has inhabited my dreams and dominated my thoughts and…” She ducked her gaze.

“What?” he rasped, dying for her to continue. He rolled them, pinning her under him. And, damn if that wasn’t a heady thing, especially as she went soft and pliant, her cheeks filling with a pink heat he tasted with his tongue. “And what?”

“And made me so horny so often that I feel like I’m going a little crazy.”

Trapped in between them, his cock was so demandingly hard that his hips surged against hers. “Christ,” he bit out, half wondering if he was asleep in his trailer having a dream from which he never wanted to wake. Because stuff like this didn’t happen to him. “I’ll get you off again. Gladly. Did you like my mouth?”

Her eyes went wide. “I freaking loved your mouth. Did you really need to ask?”

“I just want to be good for you.”

“Then just be you. I’m crazy about that mouth, but I’m also crazy about the rest of you, too.” Her arms looped around his neck and her fingers played in the back of his hair. It was only a matter of time… Her fingers moved over the ruined skin above his hairline where the hair didn’t grow right anymore. She didn’t say anything about it, but he didn’t miss the questions that passed over her expression. “Kiss me?”

On a groan, he did. His mouth found hers already open, her tongue meeting his lick for lick and stroke for stroke. She moaned and shifted beneath him, her knees pulling up and opening so that his hardness lined up with her sweet heat. They kissed until he couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to, not if it meant parting from her, and then she rolled her hips and ground her core against him. Once, twice, three times. God, she could use him like this forfuckingever and he’d die a happy man. Or as close to happy as he was capable of. “Yeah, Emma. You want to get off on my cock?”

Her eyes were soft and hooded and so full of desire that he thrust himself and met her hips as they rolled again. “Yes,” she whispered, panting against his lips. “I told you. I want you. All of you.”

The words chased away some of the lust-drunk haze in his brain. He pulled back from the kiss. He wasn’t shy about sex. Like, not at all. But he was usually with people who he’d made prior arrangements with through hook-up message boards, and therefore whose whole approach to sex was transactional and purely physical. Fucking was a given before anyone even walked in the room. This…this was different. And the unknown expectations and boundaries were suddenly kinda fucking terrifying. “What do you want, Emma? You’re gonna have to spell it out for me. I don’t want to risk reading you wrong.”

She cupped his face in her hand. “I want you inside me.”

Jesus. His forehead fell against hers as he was torn in two. Between wanting nothing more than what she wanted and being dead sure he shouldn’t take it. “Are you sure? There’s so fucking much you don’t know about me.”

She shook her head. “Listen to my voice, Caine. I want you. I ache for you. And I know everything I need to know to make this decision. Unless…unless you don’t want this with me?”

“No,” he bit out, thrusting the hard length of his cock against her soft heat. “Fuck, no, that’s not it. Tell me you can’t feel how much I want you.”

Her fingers tugged at the back of his shirt. “So then—”

He pushed up on his hands, separating them and halting her effort to undress him. Regret slinked through his gut, and he wondered if this would be the moment she came to her senses. “Wait,” he said, getting up to stand on the blanket.