Then he thrusts upward, hitting me inside against the most exquisite spot. Again and again, he thrusts until every part of my body shakes with my orgasm.
“Oh!” I scream, almost scared of how intense it is.
Caine holds me by my ass, his other hand behind my head, holding me close as I shudder.
“I’m gonna come, Mikayla,” he moans, his voice low and deep. “Fuck, you’re… fuck!”
With both hands on my hips, Caine forces me to take him deeper, and I feel his dick twitch, deep inside me.
There’s a vulnerability in me now for some reason—I can’t explain it. I find myself wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly. Caine either understands or feels it too because he holds me so closeand tightly. There is no space between us.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pulling back and cupping my face between his hands.
He leans forward and kisses me, his tongue diving inside my mouth, capturing my breath.
Somehow, we finish our shower. Caine wraps me in a fresh, dry towel. All I can do is stare at him in awe as he wraps my hair in another towel and wrings it out, pulling the water from my hair before toweling himself off.
We seem so in tune together as we climb inside his bed, my hair still wrapped in the towel.
“I have to run a few errands in the morning, but I’ll be back here by eleven to get you for our date. Does that work for you?” Caine whispers right before I fall asleep.
“Mmhmm,” I murmur, burrowing deeper under the covers and against him.
I have never slept next to another man before. Never. Yet, beside Caine, I feel as though I were always meant to be here. And I smile as the scent of his fresh sandalwood body wash mingles with my jasmine as I drift off to sleep.
Chapter Nineteen
Caine
I wake to the sound of something vibrating against my bedside table, my mind confused by the unfamiliar sound. I’d turned off my alarm before bed, wanting to enjoy a few extra hours with Mikayla in my arms.
I reach over and grab the phone, sliding my finger over answer without looking at the screen. There are only a handful of people who would call me at this hour.
“Hello,” I whisper hoarsely.
I try to speak quietlyso as not to wake the little beauty beside me.
“Excuse me?” a rather angry female voice says into the phone. “Who is this?” she asks with obvious annoyance.
“Who is this?” I reply curtly, waking more fully.
“No, you answered my daughter’s phone. I think you should tell me who you are,” she says.
Shit! I pull the phone from my ear and look at the screen. She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named flashes back at me, and I roll my eyes at the name my girlfriend has given her mother. She must have changed it since I picked her up.
I smile… my girlfriend. I don’t even care that we’ve only known each other a few days. I’ve been dreaming about this woman for months. And she’s mine. My girlfriend.
“Mikayla’s asleep. I’ll let her know you called,” I say before hanging up the phone.
Fuck! I think to myself. I put the phone down and turn into the warm body beside me.
Mikayla doesn’t even stir during the phone call. She’s out cold. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks and lightly peck her lips before getting out of bed. I look at my phone and see it’s eight AM. I want to head to the mechanic, see what the deal is with Mikayla’s car. Then I need to get a picnic basket and a blanket and, of course, food to fill the basket.
I quickly get dressed and look longingly over at Mikayla, who is still out. I walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth and take a pissbefore heading to the kitchen. I grab a piece of paper and leave Mikayla a quick note:
Mikayla:
Like I said last night, I’ll be home at eleven for our date. Wear comfortable clothes. We may not have time to change before dinner, but it’s not fancy, anyhow. I have my phone if you need to call.
