Page 31 of Desperate Temptations

“That’s great, Baby.”

Before she took a breath, he gathered her in his arms, pulled her onto his lap, facing him. His mouth took hers in a kiss so possessive, so blazing hot, it nearly scorched her.

His hand traveled from her face, slid over her breast, and down further in a slow journey until he curved it under her bottom and shifted her closer.

He didn’t waste any time, she thought vaguely, and a big part of her was glad. She needed this, needed him. Their kisses became wetter, deeper, hungrier, and then he lifted his head.

“Be sure this is what you want, Sweetheart, because I’m going to have you naked and under me in less than five minutes, and it’s going to be really hard to pull back from you if this goes any further.”

Jessa’s eyes fluttered open and revealed the passion that burned through her body. She licked her lips and tasted him. She raised a hand, lightly stroked his cheek with his five o’clock shadow starting to show. This man would never be considered Hollywood handsome, but there was something so masculine about him. Something about him drew her, like a moth to the light. Maybe it was that he rarely smiled, or he usually wore a cold, watchful expression? She wanted to be the one to put a smile on his face, make him laugh.

Maybe it was the many scars he had? Showing her, without words, the kind of life he’d led, his hands and arms showing the majority of them. Although she hadn’t seen the rest of his body yet, it wouldn’t matter. Her core tightened at the thought of him naked.

She gave him a shy smile and nodded.

She watched as Cain closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“I need you to say the words for me,” he murmured.

She pulled herself up to his chest, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and let her breath whisper against his ear, “Yes, please.”

She almost laughed at how fast he moved them into the bedroom and had her lying on the bed. Her breath caught in her throat as he started to undress. He was beautiful. All hard muscle, tan skin, and just the right amount of hair. The patch of dark silky hair trailed from his tight pectoral muscles down in a thin line, vanishing beneath his jeans. Her fingers itched to touch him.

Jessa noticed a few tattoos she hadn’t seen before. One of them wrapped around his right upper arm and looked like a vine with sharp-looking thorns. Another came from his back and draped over his shoulder. This one looked like a pleated American flag. She wanted to explore the rest of him and study his body art. She’d never been a woman who liked tattoos, but on him, they were sexy.

After taking off his socks and boots, he lay down beside her.

Warmth spread, tearing through her body. She felt his hand sliding up her stomach over her shirt, caressing her slowly. His hand was so hot it made her passion burn and slide deeper. She twisted, needing him to be touching skin, wanting her clothes off. She was frustrated when his hand moved over her with slow purpose. Finally, it curled around her breast.

Jessa’s body jolted at the contact. She gasped into his mouth as she pressed against him, fitting her curves to all his hardness, wanting to absorb him into her pores. She moaned when his fingers rasped against her nipples, the fabric of her shirt and bra frustrated her, and made her want to scream.

Her breath stalled in her throat when she felt her shirt gliding up her chest and a hot, callused palm skim under her shirt and bra, before unhooking the bra, sliding it and the shirt off. His hand on her bare skin seared her and made her breath come in quick little gasps. He was burning her alive and he hadn’t even touched her cunt yet.

Chapter Thirty

Cain expelled a long sigh of satisfaction. He gathered her softness close against his chest and stood, carrying her toward the bedroom with long, powerful steps. He laid her on her bed, covered with a puffy white comforter and surrounded by muted-colored pillows stacked against the headboard. Cain stepped back, reached over a shoulder to grab onto the back of his shirt, pulled it up over his head, and dropped it on the floor.

He sat and pulled his boots and socks off, never taking his eyes off her. The late afternoon shadows filled the room, making the contrast between her long, dark hair and her white comforter even more pronounced.

Seeing her laid out before him, looking at him like he was the only man in the world, made him feel ten feet tall and about had him coming in his jeans.

Cain turned and lay back down against her on the bed. He descended, taking her mouth in a drugging kiss.

“Please, Cain.”

He murmured soothingly as his mouth trailed down, biting down on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, compelling a rough sound to burst from her throat before he moved further down to take her nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly. All the while, his hand caressed her, learning what she liked and didn’t.

“Oh, God...” she moaned.

He chuckled against her neck, making her body shiver.

His hand went to her jeans, quickly unsnapping and unzipping them, then pulling them down. He sat up, pulled her shoes off, followed shortly by her jeans and panties. Cain lay back down against her, his hands roaming, never staying in one place long enough, frustrating her and making her beg.

Finally, his fingers found her wetness, delving in, lightly stroking, and putting light pressure on her clit, making her hips jerk against his hand. A whimper escaped her throat when he slipped a large, blunt finger inside her, only to pull out and replace it with two, sending all her nerve endings into a riot.

She was stretched, penetrated, but her cries told him she needed more. She arched into him.

“Cain!”

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