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She brought her face closer to his, and Caine nearly held his breath. “I’ve had lovers before you, Caine. Does that bother you?”
He frowned. “The idea of someone else touching you right now makes me want to smash things with my head, but I don’t resent that you had a life before.”
“Then why would I resent the same for you?” she asked, expression totally sincere.
Could she really be so okay with this? He gave a bewildered little shrug. “I don’t know,” he said in a low voice. Then, stronger, “Jerry wasn’t a boyfriend. He was the first adult in my whole life who actually took care of me. No strings attached. I bought my first bike with money I earned at his shop, and when he died and his son sold off the business, I hit the road on my own and found the Ravens. That was a decade ago.”
With every new thing he shared, he felt like a thin filament stretched between them, anchoring them together. The connection between them was growing, strengthening. He could feel it like he’d never felt anything before.
Caine was getting attached. To that feeling. To Emma herself.
It was what he’d always wanted. It was the thing he feared the most.
But right now, he had it. He had her. And he wanted her…
“Stand up, Emma.” The questions in her gaze quickly shifted to understanding, and she rose above him. His hands went to her waistband and quickly bared her. Caine pulled her until she stood with her feet on either side of him where he sat leaning against the front of the couch. “I want my mouth on you again.”
The moan that spilled out of her at the first swipe of his tongue went right to his cock. He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. Then he held her open with his thumbs so that her clit was right where he wanted it to be. He sucked and flicked and nipped until she was thrusting against his face. He groaned his approval. Her hips became more frantic. “Caine,” she cried hoarsely, her knees going out such that she nearly collapsed into his lap, still shaking.
He took advantage and kissed her, wanting some part of him inside of her while her orgasm wrung every second of pleasure out of her.
“Jesus, your mouth should be illegal,” she said, chuffing out a breathless laugh.
“You say the nicest things,” he said, the playful words probably masking just how much he lapped up her praise. “Will you take me in you?”
She didn’t hesitate—she shifted to her knees. They both shucked their shirts. He pulled his last condom from his wallet and rolled it on.
She impaled herself on him, inch by soul-stealing inch. “You fill me up so good,” she said.
The echo of his earlier thought stretched a new filament of connection between them. “Ride me, Emma. Show me how you like it.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she shifted so that she crouched on her feet instead of kneeling, allowing her to bounce faster, harder, deeper.
She pressed their faces together, her pants ghosting over his skin. “The way you took me this morning, Caine, that’s how I’ve always wanted it. But I’d never been able to find it before. That intensity is all you.”
Sensation squeezed his balls. “You telling me you like it rough, Em?”
“Yes,” she cried, her thrusts taking on a more frantic edge again.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. Grasping her hips, he forced her down harder.
She unleashed a high-pitched moan and tossed her head back, giving him a beautiful, orgasm-inducing view of her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
“How rough?” he asked, reaching between them to squeeze the base of his cock—hard. Just voicing the question had given him a shove toward the edge.
Those summery blues were so filled with arousal, and like the greedy motherfucker he was, he wanted more of it. “I don’t know. But I want to find out.”
He wound a sudden tight fist into her hair and dragged her against him, then tugged on her to slam her down on his cock. “Like this?”
The moan was its own answer, but still he loved hearing “Yes.”
He wrapped his other hand around the base of her throat and squeezed enough to apply pressure but no more, but the real beauty was the way his two-handed leverage allowed him not just to slam her down but to thrust up. “This?”
Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth dropped open. “Caine,” she rasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance,” he said, memorizing what she looked like moving above him, giving herself over to him. “You’re going to take me just like this, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
“Yeah.”
“How about this?” he asked, releasing her throat and landing a smack against her ass. Then another.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, falling against him so that her front was tight to his.
