Cain ( Underworld Mafia Romance 1)

I narrow my eyes at him. “I thought you weren’t listening.”

He just grins.

I find myself smiling as well. Strange. With just a few words, he’s managed to make the weight disappear from my chest and dispel the cloud over my mind. The pain, the anger – they’ve gone away.

I crawl over to his side. “So you don’t think I’m a child?”

“No,” Cain answers.

And I can tell he means it. The way he’s looking at me right now, it’s making me feel like the woman my mother said I wasn’t.

She’s wrong about me. I know what I want. Right now, I want this kind, amazing, handsome man right in front of me.

I place my hand on Cain’s cheek as I look into his eyes. Then I bring my face forward and press my lips firmly to his. Over and over. I run the tip of my tongue over his lips, then I tug playfully at the upper one.

Cain gently pulls away. “What are you doing?”

“What a grown woman does,” I answer as I stroke his cheek.

“And what if your brother catches us, hmm?” Cain asks.

I shrug. “I’ll punch him.”

“And what if it’s your mother?”

I brush his hair out of his face. “I’ll tell her that this is what I promised this fine man as payment for coming with me to her party tonight.”

Frankly, I couldn’t care less.

Cain chuckles. It’s probably the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard him make. Then he grasps my chin and kisses me. A thrill unlike any other goes through my entire body.

I climb onto his lap and pull on his necktie as I devour him. Our lips collide. Our tongues engage in a frenzied battle as I run my fingers through the waves of his hair.

Cain grips my waist. His hands wander across the back of my gown, fingers raking through velvet. He finds my zipper and pulls it down. Cool air brushes against my bare back.

Cain pushes me away. “You might want to get out of that gown. Grae told you not to ruin it, didn’t he?”

I don’t care what Grae thinks, either, but I guess it’s not a bad idea to get out of the gown. It’s getting in the way, after all.

I climb off his lap and take a few steps back. When I notice Cain staring at me intently, inspiration strikes.

If I have an audience, I should put on a show.

I start by turning my back to him and grabbing the straps of my gown. I push them past my shoulders and then do a little dance to make them slide down my arms. After they reach my elbows, I push them off my arms. Like a banana peel, the front of my gown flops forward. The rest remains held up around my hips. I push it down past my knees, step out of it, pick it up, and throw it on a chair.

That’s not exactly taking good care of it, but at least it won’t get torn or dirty.

Now that I’m stripped to my underwear, I turn back around to face Cain. I don’t look into his eyes, but I feel his gaze scorching my skin as I do a little belly dance, holding my arms up over my head and shaking my hips. His eyes linger on my jiggling breasts and I feel them blush like my heated cheeks.

When I lift my chin to meet Cain’s gaze, my breath catches. His eyes are narrowed, darkened with the flames of desire. His nostrils seem to flare.

“Come here.” He crooks a finger at me.

I obey.

When I’m standing in front of him, Cain pulls me back onto his lap. His lips claim mine as his hands fondle my breasts. His fingers pinch and tug on my nipples, making them swell. I moan into his mouth and sink my nails into his shoulders as heat travels through my veins. It gathers between my parted legs.

Cain’s hand goes there next. He strokes me through the lace as he takes one of my nipples between his lips. Then he slips his hand in.

Suddenly, he stops.

“You shaved?” he asks.

I did. I was shaving my legs for my gown and decided to shave down there as well. Maybe a part of me was hoping we’d have sex tonight.

I don’t tell Cain any of that, though. I just give him a sheepish grin.

He takes my breast inside his mouth as he continues stroking me. Without my curls in the way, I can feel the brush of his fingertips more intensely. My hands go to the back of his head and I clutch his hair as a shiver goes down my spine. My lips purse to hold back a moan as I feel myself leak.

When Cain’s fingers graze my nub, those lips smack open to let out a gasp. He moves his mouth to my other breast and teases that nub until I start to tremble. My fingers rake his scalp.