Page 58 of Mated
His agile hands, the slight shadow on his jaw. But most of all, how whenever I am around him, his eyes never stray from me.
Daisy said Tanner is the definition of a leave ‘em kind of guy, and after spying him with Ebony, the pack enforcer, I suspect she is right. But whenever I am near, he never looks at the women we pass. Never breaks eye contact. There is a kind of primal focus there. One that Chuck never had.
Something soft brushes over my lips, and I let myself believe it is Tanner. Let myself hope for one second that maybe he could want me as much as I want him.
Heat flows from my mouth down to my core like a ribbon, brushing over my slick folds. I make a sound. Strong hands wrap around my wrists, holding me in place.
Another glide over my inner thigh, dancing higher and higher. The heat caresses me, rubbing against that one spot at my apex.
I dance in place, thighs clenching.
"Still, kitten," Caine's voice is dark, full of promise.
"I can't."
One of my wrists is released, then wrapped against the other. The grip is harder, grinding my bones. But even the pain cannot dissuade the pleasure building rapidly.
One long finger trails up my thigh. I go still. "Caine."
"Do you want me to stop?"
No. What I want is him to shift just a bit...
My body answers for me by dipping a little at the knees.
He hisses under his breath as his palm comes into firm contact with my mound. We both stiffen.
"Fuck,” he says and I can’t help but agree.
I open my eyes to find his glowing.
My lips part. "Caine—"
His eyes widen, then flare with amusement. "Oh, kitten."
“Don’t stop. Please. I like you, Caine. Like, if Tanner was not in the picture—"
His grin is saucy. "You would take me in the dressing room?"
I let my eyes trail over him. The man is sexy. Sinister, but like you know a bad boy is. It would be the sex of my life, but it would break my heart the next day. "Oh yeah," I breathe. “I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”
His laugh is vibrant. He wraps an arm around me, tucks me into his side, and plants a firm kiss on my temple. "That is the highest compliment I have had recently, kitten."
I can't help but smile. Caine happy is interesting.
The door flies open. We both whirl.
Tanner stands framed in the small opening, his eyes swirling silver as his nostrils flare.
Shit.
"Did you find something to wear?" His voice is a growl so low it raises the gooseflesh all over my body. My mind draws a blank.
Wear? I don’t want to wear anything with him so near.
Caine pushes me forward a bit and shoves a rather revealing number in soft sea green into my hands. "I believe we have selected this one."
Tanner looks between us.
