Page 19 of Cain
Chapter Eight
Emma
Opening my eyes, I forget for a minute where I am. Cain's arms are wrapped around me and my head is resting on his chest. Last night was amazing and with each minute I spend with him I can feel myself falling more in love. I haven't said it to him and I don't know if he would even be ready to hear it. I have never felt more safe and cared for than I do when I am with him. His arms tighten around me and I look up to see his eyes on me.
“Mornin’, beautiful.” His sleepy voice is deep and his chest vibrates underneath me.
“Best morning I’ve had.” I place a kiss on his bare chest and he stiffens beneath me.
Did I do something wrong? I look at him, confused and unsure.
“You can’t be kissing me right now, in my bed, and only wearin’ one of my T-shirts. I am holding onto any ounce of self-control I have left. You kissing me is gonna push it over the edge.” His thumb draws circles on my arm.
Last night when Cain was touching me I had never felt more alive. I hate that I am so scared to take this step with him because of what this bastard has been doing to me. I hate that he has turned something that could be such an amazing experience into a nightmare I relive almost every day.
I look up at Cain and I know he can see the tears I’m fighting.
“What’s wrong? I didn’t mean anything by it, Emma.” His finger brushes my cheek. “I will wait for you as long as I need to. It’s worth it. You’re worth it.”
A tear falls at that last sentence because I haven’t felt like that in years. Emma’s dad stripped any confidence and self-worth I had.
“I want you to touch me. I want you to erase every bad memory I have. I want them all replaced by thoughts of you.” I lean up, pressing my lips against his.
“You don’t have to do this. I mean it when I say I get it.” His arms are stiff as they hold me, almost as if he’s scared to move.
“I know that you do and that’s even more reason that I want this. I want you.”
Cain’s eyes widen as he presses his lips to mine and I can already feel myself getting wet.
“You sure?” His arms tighten around me and I nod as I look up at the man who is changing my life one day at a time.
“More than I have been of anything in my entire life.”
Cain smiles at me as he moves so he’s bracing himself over me. “You are so goddamn beautiful.” He lowers himself, kissing me, and I can feel his hardness at my core. I lift myself up, needing some friction between us. “Baby, you’re killing me.”
I laugh and he glares at me. My nails drag down his back, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Cain takes a sharp intake of breath.
I sit up and he moves back a bit. Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, I lift it over my head. My hand slips behind his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. "I'm going to take this as slow as I can, but you're driving me fucking crazy right now." I laugh and he starts to trail kisses down my neck and over my chest.
I can feel the memories start to creep up and I fight them off. I focus on Cain and what is going on now, refusing to let my past dictate my present anymore.
His lips trace the line of my hips and I raise them, not even really in control of my body anymore. When his fingers hook into the lace of my panties, they slide down my legs, leaving me completely bare and open to him.
Cain looks up at me, a devilish smile on his face before his tongue darts out, taking one lick down me. I gasp and fist the sheets underneath me. “Goddamn, you taste as good as I thought you would.” His hands hold my thighs down and he presses his mouth to me. Licking and sucking me up and down, gently biting my skin, and I feel myself quickly building. I start to moan as the sensation becomes too much to handle.
He stops moving and I look down at him. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
He smiles at me before his head dips down and he starts moving even faster. Within seconds I am screaming his name and coming apart. He closes his mouth over me until I’m done and my thighs fall to the bed.
“I could spend forever down there, but I might explode if I don’t get inside of you soon.” He raises onto his knees, pulling his shorts off, and I see him for the first time. I take a deep breath. I want this. I want him.
Cain leans down and when I feel him at my entrance, I raise myself to him. He kisses me and pushes in at the same time. I gasp from the fullness and he slips his tongue inside my mouth. “Jesus, you feel amazing. You good?” He looks down at me.
“Better than I have in a long time.” I lift my hips, letting him know I want him to move.
He slowly pulls out and then thrusts back into me. I yell out and grip his arms.
