His hands find the hem of my skirt, rough and demanding as he hikes it up. My back presses against the cold door, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pinning me there. I gasp as his fingers trail up my thighs, leaving fire in their wake.
"Tell me to stop," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. "Tell me you don't want this."
But I can't. The words won't come. All I can manage is a desperate whimper as his hands climb higher, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My head falls back against the door with a soft thud.
"Caine," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
His fingers trace the edge of my underwear, and my knees nearly buckle. I should push him away. I should think of Reeves, of Liam, of all the reasons this is wrong.But in this moment, with his touch setting my skin ablaze, I can't remember any of them.
When he hand presses softly against my pussy, I melt into him.
“God, your perfect little pussy,” he breathes. “I want to taste it.”
This is what I wanted all along. This is why I’m here.
"Look at me," he commands, and my eyes snap to his. Those green eyes burn with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "I want you to know exactly who's making you feel this way."
One of his hands leaves my thigh to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. The tenderness of the gesture contrasts sharply with the urgency of his other hand, still exploring beneath my skirt.
"I've thought about this every day," he breathes. "Every night. You've consumed me, Jenna."
His confession sends a shiver down through me. I'm not alone in this madness. He's just as lost as I am.
When his lips finally crash into mine, it's like drowning and being saved all at once. I surrender completely, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I can reach. My body arches into his touch, seeking more, always more.
He has complete control over me, and the most terrifying part is that I don't care. In this moment, I'd let him do anything. The world outside this office—mylife, my responsibilities, my morality—it all fades away under his touch and demanding mouth.
I'm his. Completely, utterly his. And God help me, I never want it to end.
"Tell me no," he says, his breath ragged. "Tell me you don't want this. Just one word and I stop immediately.”
I don't utter a single word.
His hot mouth grazes my collarbone. "See, I don't need to shell out a small fortune to have you. I always knew this."
I whimper as his mouth slowly travels up my neck.
"You want me to fuck you," he mouths against my skin. "If you don't, just say the word and I'll stop."
He knows he owns me. He knows I don't have the strength to push him away. He knows I desperately want him inside me.
I'm lost in a haze of need, my body aching for his.
I can't believe I'm letting this happen, but I don't want it to stop.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
He's rough and demanding, his hands exploring every inch of me, but there's a playfulness in his touch that takes me by surprise. It's a stark contrast to the intensity of his gaze, and it makes my head spin.
“God, how I’ve wanted this,” he breathes against my ear. “For so fucking long… that day you posed for me.”
My breath hitches. “I… was so nervous,” I confess, my words barely audible.
“I wanted to drop my camera and go fuck you right then and there. You were so goddamn hot, and I was so fucking hard.”
Damn.
I want to explore every inch of him. He groans against the crook of my neck as I pull his button shirtfrom his pants and slip a hand against his skin. He's so warm and smooth. I toy with his fly, eager.
