After dinner, and once our houseguests are situated in the guest room, I wait for Caine to brush his teeth and come to bed.
I didn’t answer his earlier question about me staying. I want to, and the reasons for wanting to move out seem less and less important. I also have a distinct feeling that even if I moved out, we wouldn’t spend a night apart, anyway. I don’t want to, and I can say with strong confidence, Caine doesn’t want me to either.
Plus, I will never tire of seeing him walk toward me, bare-chested, in his boxer briefs. The man has a fucking six-pack, and his pecs make my mouth water. I mean, the man is yummy.
“What?” Caine approaches the bed.
“What?” I have no idea what he’s asking me and why. I’m too busy enjoying the view.
“That look on your face.” He smirks.
“Clearly, I don’t need to answer. It would only inflate your ego, and I don’t think there’s enough room in here for it to get any bigger,” I say sarcastically, quirking a brow at him. “We should talk.”
“Three words no man ever wants to hear.” Caine sighs, but he pulls back the covers and gets into bed.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” I tell him as I climb onto his lap and face him.
“Well, okay then,” Caine says, smiling at me as his hands grab my ass.
“Our living situation,” I begin, and it’s like the life drains out of him.
“Mikayla, let’s be real here; you know as well as I do that sleeping in separate houses isn’t going to happen,” Caine says, his voice deep but filled with annoyance.
He runs his lips against my neck, and I shiver.
“If you let me finish,” I whisper, “I was going to say that I don’t want to move out. We also need to discuss our house guests,” I add, but Caine’s hands are inside my shorts, squeezing my ass. My nipples harden as his tongue licks my neck.
“In a minute.”
When I meet his gaze, my body sizzles. He pushes me back down against his legs and pulls my shorts and panties off. “I’m sorry.”
My eyes widen when he jerks me back up to straddlehim. He pulls out his dick and slams me down.
“Caine!” I cry out as he fills me, waves of ecstasy cascading down my body.
“Fuck, you’re wet and I didn’t even touch you.” He groans as he thrusts up inside me.
I lift my arms above my head, and he pulls up my shirt, tossing it to the floor. I moan as his mouth clasps around my nipple, biting down. The feeling is delectable.
Then he begins to move, and I feel the length of him as he glides inside me. Each stroke, each kiss and touch of his lips on mine, feeds my heart. I climb higher and higher until my body grows taut.
“Caine!” I scream as I come, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.
Fingers dig into my ass, his breaths heavy against my neck as he thrusts inside me, slamming me down. Again and again, he plunges inside me, so deep it’s an insanely painful bliss. I feel like I’m floating. My heart pounds as I rise up again before I shatter.
My head falls back, and I arch as I grind my clit against his groin, riding out the high.
“Fuck!” he gasps before his mouth takes mine. I feel him shudder as his breath catches against my lips.
Caine holds me close. His large hands cradle the back of my head, grabbing my hair and yanking while the other strokes up and down my back. “Fuck!” he growls.
If I could, I would crawl inside him and hide from the big, ugly world. But I can’t. Instead, I keep our connection as long as possible, his cock still inside me.
I love you,my heart whispers, but I don’t say it. I don’t say anything as I cling to him. I tingle as he places light kisses along my neck and shoulder.
“Where did that come from?” I ask once my mind reconnects with my body. Caine chuckles and pinches my ass. “Ouch,” I mutter.
“Just reinforcing just how unrealistic it is for you to move out,” Caine says, rubbing the sting on my ass away.
