I stared at Caine’s luxurious bed with its masculine wooden bed frame and majestic four posts. I’d seen this bed on numerous occasions when I stopped by his apartment to drop off his dry cleaning.
I’d fantasized about what it would be like to lie down on it and have Caine’s body cover mine.
Up until now that had remained a fantasy.
We’d never stayed at Caine’s. Our affair had until this point taken place at my apartment (and occasionally the office).
For some reason a flutter of nerves woke in my belly as I stood in his bedroom. We’d had sex more times than I could count, but as the heat of him pressed against my back, as his fingertips coasted lightly over my bare arm and his breath whispered across the back of my neck, it all seemed new and even more thrilling.
The fabric of my dress tightened across my chest for a moment at the gentle tug on it. Caine slowly pulled the zipper down. My breasts swelled and my nipples peaked with anticipation.
I covered his hands with my own as together we leisurely removed my dress. I stepped out of it, goose bumps rising all over me as I stood in nothing but lingerie and heels. Caine gripped my hips, gently pulling me back against him so I could feel the hard, rigid length of his arousal against my bottom.
He swept my hair off one side of my neck, and his hot lips brushed my ear. “You’re driving me crazy,” he confessed, and the words elicited a groan of pleasure from me as I ground my ass against his erection. “It’s never enough … never enough …” He trailed light kisses down my neck.
“Caine.” Desire bolted through me, slickening the heat between my thighs.
His hands moved back to my hips, and cool air whispered between us as he stepped back a little to allow himself room to explore.
And explore he did.
With light strokes he memorized me with his touch. It was like an erotic massage, the tantalizing gentleness of his hands only increasing my anticipation and arousal.
His heat blazed against my back, his hard-on prodding my ass again as he removed my bra and cupped my naked breasts in his hands.
I sighed, rested my head against his shoulder, and arched into his touch. Ripples of desire undulated low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples into hard buds. I thrust into his touch, his name falling from my lips in breathless whispers while he pumped his hips in rhythm with my own movements.
“Your mouth,” he growled in my ear.
I turned my head at his demand and my lips instantly met his. Wrapping my arm around his neck, I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue inside. He kissed me with deep, slow abandon. I gasped as he pinched both my nipples, causing another wave of lust to ripple through my lower belly. His growl of satisfaction rumbled into my mouth and he released my breast to coast his hand down my stomach and over my panties. He rubbed his fingers over them, his hold on me tightening when he discovered they were soaked with my arousal.
He pulled back from our kiss, his eyes low lidded with his own longing. He pressed his fingers against my clit, causing the lace of my panties to catch in delicious friction against it.
“Oh God.” I slipped my hand over his, guiding him.
“So beautiful,” he said, watching my face as his fingers moved under the panties. My hips jerked against him at the feel of his thumb directly on my clit.
“Caine,” I whimpered, my hips moving against his touch.
My eyes drifted closed as the pressure inside me began to build.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I opened my eyes and stared up at him in a daze.
Suddenly I shattered. “Caine!” I cried out softly.
The floor fell away from my feet as Caine lifted me up into his arms and carried me to his bed. My languid muscles gave way to his wishes and when he settled me on it I fell back against the covers, my arms above my head, panting my satisfaction.
Somehow I found the strength to tilt my hips up when Caine began removing my panties. He threw them on the floor beside the rest of my clothes and then curled his hands around my ankles. His thumbs caressed my skin as we stared at each other in potent silence.
I dropped my gaze to the huge erection straining against the fabric of his Armani pants, and I unconsciously licked my lips.
His fingers sensually caressed my ankles before taking a leisurely, seductive path up my calves. When he reached my knees he pressed down and then outward, forcing my legs open.
I felt decadently shameful as I lay open to his perusal.
For no other man would I have let myself be so vulnerable.
But for Caine I was sexy, sinful … seductive.
I shifted a little, thrusting my breasts out.
His eyes flared as his hands skimmed down the insides of my thighs. “Will it ever be enough?” he said, his voice thick with hunger.
“I don’t know.” I sighed in rapture as he stroked my breasts, his thumbs dragging over my sensitive nipples. “Do you ever want it to be?”
He leaned down, his familiar scent causing another squeeze of desire in my belly. His lips brushed over mine and he pulled back to whisper, “I’d spend my last hours inside you if I could.”
Emotion broke through the desire and I closed my eyes to hold back the overwhelming feeling of euphoria that moved through me.
As if he felt it too and didn’t know how to deal with it, Caine kissed me, this kiss much rougher than the last. He only let go of my mouth to trail kisses down my throat and over my chest.
My thighs tightened against his hips when his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked deep, hard, a pleasurable pain rushing through me as he moved against me. As he had done with his hands, he began to play my breasts with his hot mouth until I was on the brink of coming undone all over again.