He chuckled softly. “Patience, little one. We have two whole days together. Plenty of time for me to train and play with your body.” His fingers were in my hair, running through it. He poured some water over my hair, along with a squirt of shampoo, and then massaged my scalp. He did this for a while, and it felt so good that I wanted to nap while he did it.
He rinsed the soap away and then washed my body again. This time he didn’t hesitate with the sponge. He ran it over my breasts, lifted my arms to wash beneath them, ran it up my belly and then down again to get between my legs. He washed me down there and I shifted, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Breathe,” he whispered. “Relax.” His voice was calm. Deep. I breathed in and out as he washed me. “Okay?” he murmured.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
He dropped the sponge again so all that was left was his hand. His groan was feral and deep as he spread the lips of my pussy apart. He slid a finger over my clit and a sharp gasp flew out me.
My eyes popped open, my lips parted, ready to form words, but he repeated himself again.
Breathe. Relax.
I nodded, sighing, as he slid his finger down slowly and plunged it into me. The base of his palm massaged my aching clit while his finger thrust in and out.
His eyes locked on mine, hot and hungry, while my lips parted. He immediately dropped his gaze to my mouth. Before I knew it, he was leaning forward, his mouth on mine to claim it.
His hand worked faster, his finger hitting the familiar spot that triggered everything wrong and good inside me. It was a gradual thrust and swivel of his palm, all of it bringing me closer and closer to the edge as his warm, silky tongue devoured me. His lips were in sync with his hand. Every time he would thrust, he’d kiss me. Every time his tongue met mine, he’d groan.
It felt so good.
I almost wanted to cry from the pleasure.
I was close…
Close.
Close.
And then it happened.
Only this time, it was much more powerful than the first time in the den. I came hard, gripping his arm tight. I accidentally bit his bottom lip and he hissed, but didn’t draw back.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, but I was still coming and he was still thrusting his finger and palming my clit, making sure he collected every ounce of what he worked hard to score.
He grabbed my face with his other hand, forcing my eyes on him as I panted. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that?” His lips met mine one more time, his tongue getting a thorough taste of me, and then he pulled away. “Relaxed?” He smirked at me.
I nodded, sitting up sluggishly. “Yes,” I admitted breathlessly. “Very relaxed.”
34
KANDY
After my bath, Cane stepped out of the room to let me get dressed. I shuffled through my suitcase until I found the outfit I’d planned to wear—a sheer black gown that hugged my body. Despite the tightness, it still managed to be comfortable. I’d bought it with the spending money Mom had given me.
I didn’t want Cane having any reason to deny me. If that meant dressing like an escort, so be it. I’d bought it for only his eyes to see.
After I rubbed lotion on my legs and arms, brushed my teeth and hair, and checked the mirror a thousand times, the sun was no longer in sight. The sky still had a trace of light far off in the distance, but it was mostly dark now. Cane had lit candles in almost every corner of the bedroom, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
I was ready now. Still nervous as hell, but ready.
I sat on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs. As if he were on cue, Cane came back into the room, still looking amazingly handsome. As if he didn’t recognize me, he blinked rapidly before giving me a thorough sweep up and down with his eyes. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my face blooming with heat.
“Too much?” I asked softly.
“No.” He took a step forward. “It’s perfect.”
I dropped my gaze, releasing my trapped lip. “Cane?”
“Yes?” He’d taken several steps closer, his eyes flashing from the candle light.
“I don’t want you to think about anything else but me tonight. Okay?”
He looked me over, puzzled for a brief moment. I don’t know if he was coming to terms with it, or if my request was unreasonable, but he finally straightened his back and said, “Okay.”
After that, his eyes darkened and his jaw pulsed. This was a new Cane, in a completely different light. A darker, more mysterious man. A man who was ready to unleash everything he’d kept bottled inside.