Page 21 of Desperate Temptations

It had been one fucked-up week. When he asked, the detectives on Drew’s case told him they weren’t getting anywhere, and Cain hadn’t had time this week to help. The task he was on was taking up all his time. He knew Jessa wasn’t going to be happy with their progress.

Most of the week, he’d spent investigating a child pornography ring. One of the biggest ones Chicago had ever seen. The pictures and DVDs, God, they were something he would never forget. It always took a small part of his soul every time he saw a child victimized. He prayed he never had to investigate another child abuse case as long as he lived. Being a realist, he knew another case was right around the corner.

Cain leaned back, willed himself to relax, and let go of his job. He rubbed her arm when she snuggled closer, sinking into the cushions of the soft brown leather sofa. He liked this sofa, the deep cushions tempted a person, even a man his size, to take a Sunday afternoon nap or watch a game. Or make love. It was definitely a possibility.

Right then, there was nowhere else he needed or wanted to be besides here with her. He closed his eyes and was asleep within the next minute.

In the middle of the night, he woke up with a kink in his neck. Cain lay down, drawing her into his arms, tucking her against him, with her back to his chest. He found the blanket on the back of the sofa and spread it over them, ran his hand down her arm when she stirred, and soothed her back to sleep.

Chapter Eighteen

Sunlight streamed through the big living room window, slowly waking Jessa. Her eyelashes fluttered open, and she squinted at the brightness.

Jessa took a deep breath, stretched slowly, feeling her muscles lengthen and pull, and vaguely wondered why she had fallen asleep on the sofa.

She gasped and grabbed onto the closest solid thing when the pillow she lay on moved. She jerked her gaze up, shocked when Cain rolled toward her, pulling her closer and tucking her tightly against him.

His voice was strained with morning huskiness.

“Good morning,” he murmured and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Stammering and confused, she put a hand on his chest and tried to lever herself up and away from him.

“What are you doing here? You slept here? All night?” her voice rose with each word.

Cain grinned, held her snugly against him, and placed a quick kiss on her stunned lips.

“You fell asleep on me last night, and I didn’t want to wake you. Besides, I was pretty tired myself. Even more importantly, I wasn’t going to give up a chance to hold you.” He leaned down, tipped her chin up with his hand, and settled his mouth against hers.

Jessa intended to move back from him, but could only moan as searing heat condensed inside of her, making it hard for her to think rationally.

Her eyes fluttered closed. She couldn’t fight this. It was one of the sweetest kisses she’d ever had. Her response was swift and intense. She levered up, needing closer contact. The heat built rapidly in her bloodstream. It was no less intensive to her peace of mind than the other times he’d kissed her, it just hit her in a different, more profound way. Not only was her body affected, but this time, her heart was as well.

Her hand crept up his chest over his t-shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against her palms. Her soft fingers wrapped around his neck, holding him, pressing her lips tighter against his.

Cain groaned and pushed himself up on his elbow and slipped her under him. He deepened the kiss that built a massive fervor inside them. His hard body pressed her softness into the cushions of the sofa. He levered a muscled thigh between hers, making a place for himself, surging against her cunt, the very heart of her passion, making her cry out.

Jessa inhaled sharply and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him to her and ran her hands up and down his hard, muscled back.

She missed this. The feel of a man’s weight against her, pressing her into a mattress, or in this case, cushions. Wanting to feel more, she brought her leg up and around him, giving him better access. His thigh settled harder against her sopping cunt, even as he kept most of his weight off her.

Shivers of response ran down her body as an overwhelming need raged through her. Jessa’s hands touched as much of his body as she could reach, frustrated with the need to feel the heat and texture of his skin.

Chapter Nineteen

He levered himself up on his elbows. His hands cupped her head, holding her in place. He took her mouth with burning intensity, branding her. What he wouldn’t give to be able to have her, and his body throbbed with the need for release, but he knew it was too soon.

Slowly, so he didn’t startle her, he ran one hand down over her hair, to her neck, and finally found what he searched for. He cradled her breast in his hand. He pinched her nipple, earning a needy moan from her. Cain molded her breast in the cup of his hand. At the same time, devouring her mouth and pressing his knee rhythmically against her center.

Her breathing became labored, her body tensed, telling him without words how close she was. He pressed tighter against her, pinching her nipple harder and deepening the kiss, pushing her over the edge.

Her body tightened, then let go. When the vast wave of her orgasm hit her, she screamed. Her body shook, and her cries turned hoarse.

Cain continued to stroke her to completion, giving her as much pleasure as he could, as his kisses softened. Jesus, what he wouldn’t give to be able to listen to the sounds she made for the rest of his life.

She heard him crooning to her but didn’t understand what he was saying. She came down slowly. Finally able to catch her breath, she forced her heavy eyes open.

The look of bewilderment made him chuckle. He kissed her lips and rained gentle kisses over her face. He moaned as he shifted his body off her and to the side. He pulled her tighter against him.

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