Hero(26)
Author: Samantha Young

“Just like you have a thing for being a smart-ass. Now sit on my desk and spread your legs.”

My whole body zinged with anticipation and I released a hitched breath.

Caine’s eyes gleamed at my response.

Straightening my shoulders, I walked toward his desk and him, my breasts bouncing with the movement, and I was more than smug about the fact that Caine’s arousal was straining to break free of his zipper. I slipped past him and lowered my ass to his desk. I shivered at the coolness of it against my skin as I settled my weight on it and spread my legs.

The air in the room fairly crackled as Caine approached me. His fingertips trailed over the tops of my thighs as he moved in between my legs and bent to brush his lips over mine. I clung to his waist and captured his mouth again before he could pull back.

Soon the kiss was out of control, wild and hurried, as I pushed his shirt out of the way and smoothed my hands over every ripple and hard muscle on his torso, and he touched me everywhere.

Abruptly Caine pulled back, panting. “No, you don’t,” he murmured against my mouth.

“No, I don’t what?” I said, confused by being suddenly wrenched from his lips. God, the man could kiss like no one could. “I want your tongue back.”

“And you’ll get it.” He pulled away only to tug his shirt off impatiently.

I grew hotter at the sight of him half-naked and turned on. His strong shoulders, muscled biceps, and hard, sculpted six-pack … All he needed was a trickle of sweat running down those washboard abs and he would be a diet soda ad. I licked my lips and Caine groaned.

“Do you know how sexy you are?”

A burn, the exact opposite of the burn that had been stinging in my chest all week, flared out near my heart. “I do now,” I replied softly.

Because I did.

I had never felt more so in my life than in that moment under Caine Carraway’s needy, heated gaze. I’d never felt more wanted.

And from a man I thought would never want me.

Tonight was blowing my mind in more ways than one.

Caine lowered himself to the floor and curled his hands behind my knees, tugging me gently until my ass was practically hanging off the desk.

My head fell back in a groan as he began pressing soft, teasing kisses along my inner right thigh. I jerked at the touch of his mouth against my sex. He blew the lace of my panties against me and I shuddered.

“These are soaked.” Caine curled a finger around them, brushing my labia. “Let’s get rid of them.”

“Uh-huh.” I was barely coherent.

Suddenly the panties were gone and Caine was pressing my thighs apart again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said reverently, his breath puffing against me.

“Please.” I slid my fingers in his hair, staring down at him in torment. “Please.”

His eyes blazed up at me. “You want me?”

He even had to ask?

“From the moment I saw you,” I admitted.

Those eyes flared with triumph and then his mouth was finally on me.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, leaning back on my hands as he licked at me, his tongue flicking and tormenting my clit. “Caine, please.”

I could it feel it building, the muscles in my thighs trembling and tightening.

And then two fingers pushed inside me.

He sucked and licked at me and slid his fingers in and out of me. I was heading for the cliff edge. I stiffened and then fell over, crying out his name as my inner muscles clamped around his fingers in a hard climax.

Caine stood up, only to lean down into me, wrapping his arms around my waist so he could gather me against him. I lifted my legs around his hips and clung to him as he kissed me, his tongue moving against mine in hard, quick strokes—the kiss was so desperate it was almost punishing.

I loved it.

I loved the taste of him and me on his tongue.

Caine broke the kiss, his hot lips trailing down my neck. I arched my back, anticipating his needs, and thrust my breasts up for his claim.

Claim he did.

Quickly the gloriously languid aftermath of my climax was decimated by the heat he fanned in me again. He cupped and stroked and kissed my breasts, learning every inch of them. And then he wrapped his mouth around my nipple and tugged, sucked, and licked it until it was so swollen it was tender. He moved on to the other until my legs were climbing his hips, and I was writhing against his erection, desperate for him to take me.

“Caine,” I pleaded. “Come inside me.”

He kissed me, one hand under my ass urging me up against his erection as he rubbed it between my legs, the friction of the material of his trousers against my sex building me toward climax again. I gasped against his kiss as his other hand moved into my hair, his fingers plucking at the pins that held it in place. A few seconds later it came tumbling down around my shoulders and Caine’s hand was gone.

I heard a zipper go down and then he was hot and throbbing and hard against me.

Caine reluctantly tore his lips from mine and panted against my mouth. “You’re on the pill, right?”

The question was almost pleading.

I nodded and looked down, feeling a sudden roar of fire lick up from my heels, shooting through my whole body, at the sight of him. It was big. It was thick.

I licked my lips.

“Fuck, Lexie,” Caine breathed against my mouth.

I kissed him, my tongue flicking against his lips. I took the silken heat of him in my hands and squeezed and Caine kissed me harder, gasping and panting, as I stroked him with one hand and dug my fingers into his ass with the other, urging him to me.

I guided his tip to my entrance and smoothed my hand up his rigid stomach.

With our lips still touching, our eyes met and held.

Caine gripped my hips and pushed inside.

My eyes fluttered closed at the satisfying burn that quickly evaporated under the relief of being completely filled.

“Lexie, open your eyes,” Caine demanded hoarsely.

I opened my eyes and held his fierce gaze.

“Keep your eyes open.” He thrust in deeper. “Fuck,” he whispered, “keep your eyes open.”

He tilted my hips up farther as he slid in and out of me slowly. I trembled against him as he took pleasure in taking his time, and like earlier, I couldn’t remember ever feeling more naked. It was holding his gaze, him demanding that I held it as he moved inside me. It intensified whatever this connection was between us. There was no denying this was us—him inside me.

“You feel amazing,” he grunted against my lips.

I moved against his thrusts, my heart racing out of all control. “So do you.”