Page 42 of The Forbidden Cabrera Brother
Her breasts ached and her limbs felt languorous and there was a familiar ache between her thighs.
She’d never been so uninhibited. He did that to her. He’d shown up on her doorstep a month ago, had uttered those three words, and she’d been his. Her determination not to be swept away on a tide of pointless emotion had bitten the dust in record time.
He’d missed her.There had been a naked honesty in that statement of fact and it had echoed her own feelings. She had opened the door to him and even as she was doing so, she had been helplessly aware that the common sense that had driven her departure a fortnight previously was going to be ditched.
‘I have things to do.’
‘With me.’
‘I have a deadline to finish a layout on that shoot I did last week...’
She was smiling, though, and not moving as he eased himself off the bed, splendid in all his proud, masculine, impressive and very turned-on glory.
He absently held himself as he strolled towards her, then he was standing behind her, so much taller and broader, his bronzed skin such a striking contrast to her own smooth, milky pallor. Two naked lovers, looking at one another in the mirror, eyes tangling. There was something wildly erotic about the way they were standing, her back pressed against his chest. He reached to cover her breast with one hand and she arched back, eyelids fluttering as he caressed it. Through half-closed eyes, she followed the motion of his fingers as they played with her pulsing nipple, teasing it, rubbing the stiffened peak. When he licked his finger and touched her again, she groaned and squirmed. He leant down to kiss her neck but he wouldn’t let her turn around.
‘I like you watching what I’m doing to you,’ he murmured in a husky, shaky voice. ‘Can you feel how hard I am for you right now?’
In response, Caitlin reached back to lightly touch him. She stroked the tip of his erection, a feathery caress, one she knew he liked. She felt him stiffen and smiled drowsily.
‘You were saying something about work...’ Dante breathed.
‘I was...’
‘Then I’d best not keep you and if we climb into bed, then you won’t be getting much work done any time soon.’
Caitlin had to acknowledge that this was, indeed, very true. Dante never rushed things. When they lay in bed, he took his time. He touched her slowly, exploring every inch of her body until she was begging him for release. He was a man who could put his own desires on hold for as long as it took to satisfy hers. It showed a lack of selfishness when it came to making love and she had dimly registered, somewhere along the line, that underneath the sometimes ruthless and always sweepingly self-assured exterior was a guy who was, essentially, not driven at all by ego.
There was an overriding sense of fair play about him that was admirable. Both Dante and Alejandro had so many admirable qualities, in fact, that it was shocking that their relationship had disintegrated so much over the years, and she knew that one of the really great things to have emerged from the situation had been the slow meeting of ways between them, a gradual journey discovering themselves as brothers and appreciating that the bond that had been lost could be rebuilt with effort and goodwill.
She looked at Dante in the mirror, the incline of his dark head as he nuzzled her neck, and she was filled with a wave of such tenderness that she was, momentarily, disoriented and terrified.
‘We’ll just have to be quick,’ he was saying, his voice muffled because he was talking against her neck.
As he said that, he slipped his finger against the wet crease between her legs, and that momentary jolt ofawareness, a feeling that something inside her was changing somehow, was lost as pure sensation took over.
She clutched his wrists with her hands, then they fell slack to her sides for a second, before she balled her hands into tight fists, straining against the rhythm of his finger as he stroked, delving deeper with each stroke, building up a tempo that left her breathless.
Their reflection in the mirror was unfocused because her eyes were half closed. She was dimly aware of their bodies pressed tightly together, her body at the forefront, partially concealing his. One big hand rested on her breast, the other was moving between her legs. Their eyes collided and she licked her lips in a gesture that was unconsciously erotic.
He’d said quick. She was going to oblige because she could feel the rise of her orgasm, starting as a ripple then growing in intensity until it was taking over and she spasmed in a rush against his hand, crying out and arching back, her whole body stiffening as she came.
For a while, her mind was a complete blank, then gradually she came down from that peak and swivelled so that she was facing him. She touched his sides lightly, running her hands up and down and delighting in the feel of muscle and sinew. She stroked his inner thigh, then she knelt in front of him and teased him with her mouth and her tongue.
Dante curled his fingers into her hair.
She could turn him on like no one else on the planet, turn him on to the point where he lost the ability to think. He gave a guttural sound of satisfaction as she remorselessly pleasured him with her mouth and when he could hold out no longer, he came with a shudder that ripped through him, sending him rocking back on his feet.
And she still had work to do, she thought!
But he could do this to her, point her in a direction, knowing that she would follow because, with him, she was helpless.
Caitlin didn’t get it because she had never been a helpless person. Even in the aftermath of her break-up with Jimmy, she had moved on, keeping herself to herself and picking up all the pieces without fuss. If London had overwhelmed her when she’d first arrived, then she had, likewise, taken it in her stride and faced down the unknown because what was the worst that could happen? She had her health.
But Dante...this man...
He made her feel helpless. She knew that she had ended up doing what she had told herself she would never do, had ended up caving in to her emotions and that cowardice had made her vulnerable. Very vulnerable.
A world imagined without him was no world at all.
