Page 56 of Chasing Caine
My hands hit the mirror, the sink, the tap, searching for something to ground me. Between the alcohol, the dancing, and the intimacy, my orgasm built rapidly.
I pulled my knees over his shoulders and slid my wet fingers into his luxurious hair. Bucking into his face, I held his head firm against me. “Oh, god, Antonio! Don’t stop!”
But he stopped. Right at that second. He pushed against my grip and stood, lips swollen and glistening with my arousal.
Clenching my inner muscles to fend off the screaming need, I shoved him with a foot. “I said—”
“Shut it, Caine.” With a smirk, he wiped the lower half of his face. He undid his belt and lowered his pants and underwear to his hips, releasing his fully erect cock.
I began sliding off the counter to repay the favor, but he stopped me with a hand in the middle of my chest.
“You won, remember?” He withdrew a condom from his pocket and had it on in a heartbeat, plunging inside me without hesitation. I gasped, the fire rekindled before he’d finished the second stroke.
Reaching under his dress shirt, my fingers traveled over his sharp hipbones, to his waist, and to the muscle edging his spine.
I rocked my head back and closed my eyes, but he fisted his hand in my hair and tilted my head back to face him. My eyes shot open and locked with his, deepening our connection.
God, I loved him.
Don’t go there, Sam.
“You can scream in here, Samantha.” He guided my head to the side and ran his tongue around my earlobe. His free hand slid under my ass, pulling me into him harder, throwing me against the edge of climax. “No one will hear you with all that music outside.”
“Really don’t stop this time.” I leaned forward to kiss him, tasting my own flavor mixed with his Scotch.
Someone pounded on the door. He continued driving into me, not reacting to the noise. I’d never done anything like this. Sex in a public place? In a bathroom? Never. And with someone on the other side of the door?
Pounding on the door again.
“Look at me,” he said through fevered breaths, and my eyes flashed back to him.
I locked my legs around his waist, reaching behind me. He found the spot he’d been stroking with his fingers, and heat poured through my veins. The noise at the door came one more time, but weaker, more distant. The lights dazzled as he squeezed my ass, and I let go. I yelled as the peak coursed through my entire body. My legs tightened around him as I trembled with the orgasm.
Mine subsided, and his rolled through us, a ripple effect smashing into me like an aftershock. I bore down on his cock as it pulsed inside me, hitting me with a second climax.
He groaned, louder than he had any time at the villa, a primal noise that almost prepared me for another round. As the euphoria passed, he released my hair and exhaled, meeting me for a slow, deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and held tight, our hearts slowing together.
“I love you, bella.” He leaned back to look at me. “There will never be another woman. No one. I swear.”
I reached for his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. How did this remarkable man choose me? Did it even matter? Because he had.
Brushing the side of his face, I stared up into his big brown eyes with their golden flecks. How did I doubt the sincerity in those eyes? Doubt his words? Doubt anytime the L-word raced through my brain? He kept saying it to me, and I had to start believing it.
Eventually.
“Don’t wake me from the dream yet,” I whispered.
He leaned his forehead against mine. “Me either.”
I closed my eyes, continuing to stroke his cheek, which sported the barest hint of stubble. The most amazing man I’d ever met. Brilliant, talented, handsome, charming. And somehow in love with me. It was real, wasn’t it?
When the pounding on the door came again, we both startled.
He chuckled. “We should probably let them in.”
My legs unlocked and dangled limply at the side. “VIP bathroom, huh?”
“I was only looking for a private place to talk.” He withdrew from me and threw the condom in the trash.