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“What for?”
“I cannot let you leave again without…being close to you.”
“There’s nothing to forgive.”
“But you need to go—”
“No.What I need is to make love to you. Everything elsemustwait.”
My eyes stayed focused on his as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on top of the jacket. At the same time, Cayman lowered the zipper on my trousers and eased them down over my bottom.
“You take my breath away, my darling,” he murmured. I held onto his shoulders as he removed my boots one by one. “Step out,” he said once they were off. His hands came up, resting on the cheeks of my bottom. He pulled me closer and kissed his way from my navel down to the top of my pants. “I need these off.”
Rather than taking them off himself or allowing me to, Cayman stood, gathered me in his arms, and set me on the bed. I lay back as he slid the satiny fabric down and over my feet, then spread my legs. He settled between them, staring down at me. “My God, you’re beautiful.”
Suddenly feeling too exposed with nothing on but my bra, I moved my hand between my legs, trying to cover myself. Cayman wrapped his fingers around my wrist.
“No, Bex. Please do not feel as though you need to hide any part of yourself from me. I beg you to let me look at you.”
I eased my hand away and rested it beside me on the bed.
Cayman held himself above me, propped up on his hands, then kissed me. Every time I thought he’d stop, it changed. First soft, then hard and urgent. He angled his head, his tongue thrusting deeper.
I turned. “Cay, I need to see you.”
He nodded once, then moved his hands down my sides. When his mouth hovered over my sex, he leaned down and licked me—just once. I shuddered with pleasure, and chill bumps spread over my body.
Every inch of me tingled as I watched him remove his clothes. I gasped when he lowered his trousers, longing to reach out and touch the hardness that sprung from them.
“Let me touch you,” I begged.
25
CAYMAN
“Not yet,” I whispered, knowing if she did, I would lose complete control. The number of times I’d fantasized about Bexli spread out naked before me, coming in my own hand, was too high to count.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when I saw her tremble.
“Nothing. Please, just…”
I rolled to her side and pulled her so she faced me. “A few minutes ago, I asked if this is what you wanted. Like then, if it isn’t, please say so. Everything will stop.”
“I do want this, Cay.”
“Then, what is it? Please do not say ‘nothing’ again. I can tell there’s something.”
“This hasn’t always, um, gone well for me.”
The thought of another man’s hands on her made me crazy, but to think she’d be untouched was ludicrous. I was about to ask the hardest question I had in my life. “Moretti?”
She shook her head. “Never. None of his men either. The only times it happened was…here in, um, Shere.”
My next thought was more vile than imagining Mithras touching her. “Your—”
She shook her head more vehemently than before. “No. Not him either. Just, you know…boys who really didn’t—”
This time, I interrupted her. “I’ll take care of you, my darling. I promise. Let me show you how it should be between two people who care for each other.”
