Back for You (8 page)

She stopped his busy fingers, then turned around, and stepped out of
range, redoing her buttons. “If you want to test that theory, I could leave
right now.”

He grabbed her hands and kissed both palms while staying her with his
eyes. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my wicked way with you,
darlin’.”

To show her just how serious he was, he made short work of the remaining
buttons on her dress, and in one smooth flourish relieved her of it.

Standing before him, all but naked, proud, strong, she was utterly
beautiful. And he’d never loved her more.

Holding his gaze, she unclasped her bra, letting it join her dress on the
floor, reminding him just how much he loved her boldness. The way she forged
ahead, never waiting on him for anything.

Shit
.
Everything
about her was so fucking hot. Every drop
of his blood went straight to his dick, making it throb with wanting her. He
couldn’t snatch off his clothes fast enough.

Her eyes blazed, her breath fast and furious, as she watched him disrobe,
and he knew she was as turned on as he was. Which made him burn even more.

And then her breath caught and she stilled. Her gaze focused on his upper
right arm while she reached up and gingerly traced the lettering on his tribal
armband tattoo. “You didn’t remove my name.”

Her whispered sentence was laced with wonder, the question unasked but
implied. Her profound surprise, clearly evident in her voice, pained him to his
core. She didn’t believe in what they once had, or that it was still there.

He’d broken that trust and now he had to fix it. “No, I didn’t, and I
never will.”

Her gaze shot to his. “But why?”

“We made some great memories, darlin’. Why would I want to erase any of
them?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought your other
girlfriends wouldn’t like it.”

He wouldn’t have cared if they had. “None of them ever mattered.”

She didn’t comment but it was obvious she was taken aback by the fact that
he hadn’t altered his tattoo.

“Thea, I’ve never stopped loving you or thinking about you. This tattoo
represents what we had together. What we could still have if you’d just give us
a chance.”

Before he could blink, she pushed away from him, snatched up her bra and hurriedly
put it back on.

“What are you doing?”

She snapped up her dress and shook it out. “What does it look like I’m
doing? I’m going home.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t deal with this right now.”

Damn
. She was running. “Please, don’t go.”

He put his hand over hers to stop her. She paused in pulling up her
dress. “Let go.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you off.”

Her back stiffened. “I’m not scared.”

“Then why are you leaving?” He threw her a wicked grin for good measure.
“Come on. I could dazzle you with my manly charms.”

She shook her head at his nonsense and after an agonizing moment, the
corner of her mouth kicked up in an answering grin. Her eyes crinkled at the
corners, mischief sparkling in their depths. “I’m just playing hard-to-get.”

Relief flooded his strung out nerves. He raised a brow. “Hard-to-get?”

She ran an idle finger down his chest, stopping way too far away from
where he wanted her hands to be. “Yeah, you know the concept. I run, you catch
me.”

Pure relief ran through him that she’d decided not to leave. He let go of
her hand to reach behind her, unsnapping her bra with a deft flick of his
fingers. Her breath hitched as he slid the straps down her arms, and grazed the
backs of his fingers across her nipples until they hardened to lovely points that
begged to be kissed.

His mouth watered at the thought. “Yeah, I think I do.”

He leaned in, laved the taut peak and then blew across it, watching it
harden further.

She shuddered.

He grinned before taking the sweet peak between his lips, tonguing and
sucking until her moan told him he had her complete and undivided attention
once more. At which point he switched breasts to give the other the same
treatment. He pulled back and blew across her wet skin giving her gooseflesh, making
her nipples glisten in diamond-hard points.

He angled back and admired his handiwork. “So, am I doing it right?”

She took a shuddery breath. “Passably.”

“Let’s see if I can do better.”

He went to kneel, but before he could move, her fingers grazed his fully
engorged cock, making it jump in eager anticipation of more attention. He held
his breath, wanting, needing,
aching
for her touch. And to his utter
relief, she did, squeezing him in her warm, soft hand, just once, lingering for
a heart-stopping moment during which all he wanted was for her to do the
kneeling and take him into her hot moist mouth.

She hesitated, long enough for him to hold his breath. And then she let
go of his cock, instead moving her hand down to caress his balls before moving
her hand away.

Damn
.

She was going to suck his cock, he was certain of it. Ten years ago she
would have, but she’d stopped herself and he knew why. She was holding a part
of herself back. Driving home once more all he’d lost with the choice he’d made
so long ago.

He shook off his disappointment. He needed to concentrate on her. Blow
jobs and
his
pleasure were not his real concern right now. She was. She
was here, and she was naked. He’d make the most of what he did have—her
beautiful body. The rest would come with time.

He bent on one knee, slipping her panties down her silky legs, kissing
his way down every inch of her thighs as he went. When she kicked the panties
aside, he pushed her legs farther apart, widening her stance so he could access
her sex.

A few tentative laps had her moaning, and in no time she was shuddering. “Better?”

“Better.”

“Then you’ll really like this.”

Cain let his fingers glide up her body as he stood. Picking her up, he
carried her over to the bed, and placed her onto the mattress. For a few
moments, he drank his fill of the gorgeous sight of her splayed out before him,
a precious sight he thought he’d never see again.

Beautiful.

With her legs outspread, he had a first-class view of her
already-dripping pussy. She was all he’d dreamed about for years, and all he
could ever want in a woman. He positioned her on the edge of the bed and
kneeled before her, intent on feasting on her succulent flesh. He nuzzled his
way up her silky inner thighs before settling in to eat her out.

With his thumbs, he spread her folds for easier access, ran his tongue
along the pink flesh in lazy laps, like a cat enjoying a bowl of cream. She was
so hot, so sexy, his cock was ready to explode from just the intimate kiss
alone.

Her sweet moans rose from barely there to deep and guttural as he worked
the tender flesh and teased her clit over and over with light flicks of his
tongue. Building the tension in her body like a virtuoso, using everything he
remembered she loved.

When her writhing threatened to break his contact, he held her in place, and
then pressed first one, then two fingers into her snug channel, working them in
and out as he continued toying with her clit. When she was almost there, he
sucked hard on the sensitive knot of flesh until she came all over his tongue
in a beautiful orgasm, hands clenched in the quilt, back arched, mouth open,
screaming her release. He rode her with it until the spasms gentled, and
finally died down.

Cain kissed her thighs and then stood, gazing at her flushed cheeks,
feeling satisfied, proud and hungry all at the same time. She had one arm
thrown over her eyes, the other hand still gripped the colorful quilt she was
lying on. Breasts heaved as she gasped for breath.

There wasn’t a more beautiful sight known to man. Not to him, anyway.

He knelt on the mattress and lifted her arm away. He wanted to see her
eyes but she refused to look at him.

So he tickled her.

“Hey! You’re seriously interfering with my post-orgasmic bliss over here.”

He grinned at her teasing. “That was the point. We’re not finished yet.”

She peeped up at him. “
I’m
finished.”

He chuckled. “But
I’m
not, and neither are you. I have a hard cock
here that’s weeping from lack of attention, so turn over.”

She groaned. “I don’t think I have the energy.”

“Yeah, you do. Now over you go. Hands and knees. I want to see that
pretty ass of yours up in the air.”

Putting action to words, he helped her roll over and with the aid of a
pillow, positioned her just the way he wanted her with her sexy ass in the air
and her glistening pussy on glorious display.

His cock jerked at the gorgeous sight. “Fuck. You’re the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen.”

She burst out laughing, the sound somewhat muffled by the bedding. “You
would say that when you’re looking at my ass. Does this mean you like me better
when you can’t see my face?”

He ran his fingers down her back and along the crease between her ass
cheeks. Her body tightened while he took a moment to enjoy teasing the little
puckered rosette hidden there, before burying his fingers into her slick folds.
“No, it means I think everything about you is beautiful. And also that I’m
enjoying the current view a helluva lot. Now stop distracting me.”

She mumbled. “Wouldn’t want to do that.”

He placed a soft kiss on her right shoulder blade and slid his lips over
to the left one. “No—” a trail of moist nibbles down her spine followed next,
“—you really,” he finished by teasing the dimples above her ass with his
tongue, “—really wouldn’t want to do that.”

Thea felt the shiver start at her scalp and race down her entire body
until she literally shook from it. God, the way Cain used his tongue was so
deliciously carnal. And the rasp of his whiskers made the sensation even more
intense, more all-encompassing, more visceral.

Just plain more.

All of a sudden his enticing touch was gone, and she glanced back in time
to see him roll a condom over his large, lovely cock. “Is that bad boy all for
me?”

“All for you.” He slicked his fingers through her folds, then teased her
rosette again with his wicked tantalizing touch, causing her to hold her breath
in anticipation of what he might do. But then he moved back to her pussy, and
Thea didn’t know if she was disappointed or relieved.

The moment was lost when he continued to work her flesh. Over and over
again, he brought her to the very edge and then backed off until she thought
she’d go out of her mind if he didn’t fill her.

Finally,
finally
, he moved in behind and with firm, steady
pressure pushed his way into her channel, inch by heart-stopping inch, with
slow determination until he was fully seated inside.

“Oh God.” No one filled her like Cain did.

He started to move, thrusting with slow, sure strokes, stoking the fire
that was already burning inside of her until it raged out of control.

She pushed back against him in counterpoint to his thrusts, building,
building, building the delicious friction until she thought she’d go mad. His
heavy balls slapped against her as he pistoned in and out of her greedy pussy.

His callused hand squeezed and tweaked her nipples, bringing her closer,
making her reach for that elusive thrill she so desired. She groaned and
clenched at the sheets beneath her. She was almost there. Almost.

At last, he zeroed in on her clit, and with one touch every muscle in her
body clenched and she flew over the top. Her contractions milked his cock until
at long last, and with a deep guttural groan, Cain let go and joined her.

He collapsed against her as they both struggled to catch their breath.

If she’d thought she was worn out before, she was completely wrung out now.

Cain pulled out the pillow still wedged beneath her and dropped down
beside her, pulling her into his arms. She rested her head against his broad
chest while he held her close to his side.

She was so relaxed, she couldn’t have moved if her life had depended on
it. Jumping out of bed and heading for home was the last thing she wanted to do
right then, but she knew she should. No, she knew she
had
to do it. It
was the smart thing to do.

And it was exactly what she
would
do. Just as soon as she gathered
the strength she needed to move.

She just needed to rest her eyes for one teensy weensy second. That’s
all. Just. One. Second.

Thea’s eyes flew open.

The first thing she focused on was the lace doily gracing the bedside
table beside her head.

That told her she wasn’t in her own bed.

The second thing her eyes lit upon was the time.

Shit.

It was morning. Why the hell was she still in Cain’s bed? She’d intended
to go home last night but clearly nothing had gone according to her plan. If it
had, she’d have woken up in her own bed, not all cozy and relationship-like
here in Cain’s.

She froze, not wanting to wake Cain. And then she realized it was awfully
quiet in the room. With careful movements, she turned onto her back and felt
around beside her but the bed was empty. After making visual confirmation that
she was indeed alone in bed, she heaved a sigh of relief, quickly followed by a
rising sense of ire.

Cain was
gone
? Where the hell was he? And how dare he up and leave
without a word?

She threw off the covers and sat on the edge of the bed while a plethora
of conflicting emotions played a full on tug-of-war inside her. It didn’t take
long to realize anger was the clear winner.

Anger because she hadn’t left last night, anger because Cain had manipulated
her into staying the night, anger because Cain wasn’t there, anger because
Cain’s return to town had churned up all these feelings she didn’t want to feel
and didn’t know what to do with.