Page 81 of Ignite
“Hi,” I whisper back.
Cain lifts his chin to motion me over, and I move around his desk to nestle on his lap. He doesn’t try to hide his computer screen from me, just studies me as I take in details of a missing child report.
This time I’m prepared, though. The chaotic energy that lives in my veins has been drained by all of my recent activities.
“I want to do more. Please.” Taking his stubbled cheeks in my hands, I place kisses all over him. His dark brows. His strong cheeks. His beautiful lips. “I’m tired of shooting paper targets. I’ve been doing so good.”
“You little minx,” he hums. “No need for persuasion tactics.”
He skims a hand up my spine, clasping it around my neck to pull me into a kiss. It leaves me in a daze, and I blink back at him.
“What?” he asks.
“I don’t know. You’re just… way more affectionate than I expected.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head furiously. “Never. I like it.”
Frowning, Cain strokes his fingers along my thigh. “I won’t stop you from doing what you believe you need to do. Rev wants to take you out on an operation. Would you want that?”
I flip my lip ring back and forth. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Ezra,” he says hesitantly. “I want to be serious with you. I want us. I just… fuck, I suck at relationships.”
My heart swells in my chest. I pivot to face him fully, pecking a kiss to his lips. “It’s okay. I’ve never been in one.”
Cain winces, his head shaking. “I’m going to let you down. I’m terrible with communication. I’m dominating in bed. I have horrible OCD and will flip my fucking lid over messes and pretty much anything that doesn’t go according to plan.”
My laugh is wild. “Cain, I’m a fucking train wreck.”
He takes my jaw in his hand and kisses me. “No. You are precious, Ezra. You are perfect. Promise me you’ll call me out whenever I’m lacking. You tell me your needs, and they will all be met, okay?”
Jesus, he’s burrowed his way so far into the center of my rapidly beating heart.
I tug on his earlobes. “Promise. I won’t let you get away with anything. I’ll be demanding and needy.”
He plants a kiss on my neck. “Beautiful boy. What do you need from me right now?”
“Just all of you,” I whisper.
Cain is the exception to the laws of my universe. He must sense that. He must know how I look at him. How the air electrifies when we’re close to each other. How something inside of him calls to me.
He lifts me up and sets me on my feet. I already miss his body heat, but as soon as he logs off his work computer, he’s on me, slotting his mouth against mine and pushing me backward out of his office.
He shoves me against the elevator wall. His hands slide up my shirt, flicking over my nipples. My gasp allows him access to delve his tongue into my mouth.
Addicted to his taste, I climb up his body and lock my hands around the back of his neck. I suck on this tongue while I grind my hips against his erection.
“Fuck. Ezra.” His hands slide beneath the waistband of my pants to squeeze my bare ass.
The elevator doors open, and Cain carries me into his apartment, never breaking our consuming kiss. We don’t even make it past the kitchen. Pretty sure Cain’s trying to fuck me on every surface of his apartment, and I’m okay with that.
He lays me out on the island, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. His mouth and tongue are everywhere, tracing my stomach, running over my sensitive nipples. He sucks and bites at me as I moan and arch my back, already so fucking achy.
Grippinghis shirt, I use it to pull myself upright and rip his buttons, sending them pinging around the apartment. His OCD ass will be searching for them for weeks.
Cain takes my mouth aggressively, rolling one of my nipples between his fingers. “You think that’s funny?”
