The request chokes out of me—a thousand memories, a thousand spasms of pain and want—and as he searches my gaze I’m convinced he’s read them all.
‘I want nothing more.’
I curve my legs around him, urging him closer, telling him with my actions that I feel the same. The tip of his cock nudges inside my opening and I hold my breath, ready...so ready.
And then he freezes. His entire body is rigid.
I open my eyes and see his are squeezed shut now, his breathing ragged.
‘Don’t move.’
His command is gruff.
‘But—’
‘I need to get a condom,’ he explains.
I’m relieved and stunned in one. How could I be so stupid, so wrapped up in the moment, not to think...?
He drags in another breath and withdraws, and the effort it takes for him to do so is etched in every hard line of his face, his corded neck, his straining cock.
My body pines for the loss of his, but he doesn’t leave the bed.
He stretches across to the sleek white bedside table and pulls out a small foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth and sheaths himself in a way that tells me he’s done this a thousand times before. Not only that, but the presence of condoms in his bedside drawer tells me he’s always prepared—even here. And surely that means I’m not the first woman he’s brought back to this amazing house and I won’t be the last?
I close my eyes, wanting to block out the unwelcome truth, wanting only to care about the here and now.
‘It has only ever been you, Lexi.’
I open my eyes and he’s there, lying on his side, gazing down at me. He lifts a strand of hair from my face, twisting it around his finger.
‘You don’t need to say that,’ I whisper. ‘I don’t need you to say things to make me feel better.’
‘I’m not saying it to make you feel better...’
I cock an eyebrow at him.
‘Okay, I am...but it doesn’t mean it’s not the truth.’
I raise a hand to his hair and pull his mouth towards mine. ‘Less talk, more action.’
He shakes his head, but then he’s kissing me back with all the passion, all the need, I know he feels. I wrap my arms around him and pull him on top of me. He nudges my legs apart with his knees, his tip pressing into me once more. I curve my legs around his hips, encasing him, welcoming him, and he drives into me, forcing my unaccustomed body to adjust to his size.
I cry out as the intense sensation rips through me.
He stills and I stare up at him. ‘Don’t stop.’
His eyes penetrate me. ‘Are you okay?’
I nod fiercely but he frowns, his eyes locked to mine. ‘Are you sure?’
I can hardly announce that seven years of celibacy is to blame. It feels foolish. Inadequate. And, yes, it hurts to be made love to again, but more than that is the overwhelming pleasure of being filled so completely, so perfectly, by him.
‘Did I hurt you?’
His cock pulses inside me, buried so deep, but he’s refusing to move, refusing to do anything without my assurance. And his concern is killing me, exposing me, breaking me.
‘No, Cain, no...please, I want you.’