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I press my hands onto his shoulders and straddle his lean waist. The light in his eyes swirls. “I mean, you got me all hot and bothered and just left.” My lips curve. “I had to take a forty minute cold shower.”
The smile he gives me is slow, but real. “Sounds terrible.”
“It was,” I admit. “But you know what was worse?”
His crimson eyes drop to my mouth and stay there. “What?” He whispers the word.
I slide my hand up, sinking my fingers into the soft hair at his nape. “How much I still wanted you.” Lowering my head, I kiss the smooth skin of his throat. He shudders beneath me. I trail my mouth farther, teasing him. Then lick all the way up before taking his earlobe between my teeth. “I know what you are, Caine,” I breathe along his ear. “And I don’t care.”
He growls and grips my hips. With more strength than I expect him to possess, he spins us and presses me into the leather sofa. One arm holds him up as he stares at me. “Be very sure, Onyx, because my control is shit right now.”
I gaze up at him. At the shadowed lines of his face, the jagged fringe of his hair. I hook my leg behind his knee. “You going to talk all night or—”
It’s all I get out before he drops his head, searing me down to my toes with a kiss that rocks the very foundation of my self-control. My world.
Just like before, his lips are velvet soft, but hot and filled with iron. The combination is dizzying. Volatile.
I wrap my arms around his neck and arch, needing him closer. Heat spirals between us like fire. His tongue dances over my bottom lip and I open. The silken glide of his mouth sends my head spinning and for a moment I forget to breathe.
One long fingered hand grips my hip, kneading and massaging me through the shirt. It’s just this side of too hard and it borders on perfect. He slides his calloused hand under the hem, stroking my thigh. Then those long fingers dance higher.
He pulls back, feathering his lips over my jaw and down my throat. My fingers grip his hair, keeping his devilish mouth against me. I moan as he bites gently at my neck. The water shuts off and my eyes fly wide.
Caine lifts his head. He peers over his shoulder, then sits up. “Bedroom,” he manages as his whole body shakes.
I climb to my feet and hold out my hand. He interlaces our fingers and I lead him into the dim room. The curtains are drawn, leaving the space in a soft twilight. I move to the bed and sit down. As he walks to me, he waves one hand and hellfire scrolls over the door.
I take in the soft red glow as it bathes his back. My brow raises.
“Soundproof and entry proof,” he says gruffly.
Desire quakes through me. “Shirt off,” I whisper. “Please.”
His jaw flexes, but he grips his shirt and pulls it over his head. All the pale muscle of his torso is obscenely ripped. Every dip and hollow is powerful. Defined. Black tattoos mar his lower stomach between sinfully carved hipbones, and I track my eyes over the flowing lines.
I crook my finger.
He walks to me and I slip my fingers into his waistband to pull him closer. I run my hands over his chest. His stomach. The hardened lines of his obliques. His spicy scent swirls in my nose until I lean into him and just inhale. My core clamps and he makes a sound.
When I look up, his jaw is slack with hunger. Need.
“You smell so good, Caine.”
His eyes flash. “Lay down.”
I ease back on the bed, tugging his shirt off as I go. Laying over his pillows, his eyes trail from the top of my head down. There is as much heat in his gaze as there is in his skin.
I hold my hand out to him. “Come to me, Caine.”
The sound that spills from him vibrates deep in my center. But he crawls up the bed and up my body. His jeans scrape my bare legs in erotic passes that make me shift restlessly.
He grips my outstretched hand and presses a kiss into my palm. My eyes burn from the tender press. He nibbles over the pad under my thumb. Then works his way to my wrist, along my forearm. The bend of my elbow before pausing.
Caine takes in the bralette covering my chest and snaps. Red light blazes over my front like a blast of warmth and the material disappears. His smile is feral.
I shiver.
He lowers his head, nuzzling my collarbone before moving back to my lips. My nipples peak into aching tips. “Caine,” I gasp. “Please.”
