Page 98 of Burning Caine
What was I doing? I wasn’t the girl who lost her head over some guy, but here I was. Losing myself. But not just some guy. The right guy?
“Yes.” I lifted to his mouth and my hand on his back slid under his boxer briefs, assuming the same permission I’d given him. I needed him, his skin, his pressure, his friction.
His finger teased at my waistband, and he pushed up, so I could see him clearly. A sheen covered his brow, and his face was flushed. “In case I was not clear enough yesterday, I need you to know I’m not looking for something casual. No matter what my reputation may be, I want more out of life.”
I stared up at him, unsure what to say to that. My heart pounded harder and faster, the prickling taking over my fingertips.
“To be honest—” He leaned in to kiss my cheek, then lifted again. “—I didn’t expect this. I hoped to kiss you again, but to touch you? Feel you move against me?”
The words stuck in my throat.I was hoping for this, too.
“I’m unprepared. But, I think, we can make do…” He eased himself down my body, mouth trailing along my neck, across my chest. A brush against my breasts. Tongue tracing along my abdomen, circling my belly button. He folded his fingers under my waistband, his hungry eyes sending a charge through me. “If you will allow me?”
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut and bridging slightly so he could inch my underwear off, down my legs, his hot breath following inch by inch. He nudged my knee on his way up, folding it to nestle his face between my legs.
“Yes,” he whispered, blowing softly so I clenched. “I think we can make do quite nicely.”
His tongue, gentle and firm found my clit, and I sucked in a sharp breath. The numbness traveled up my fingers through my hands, as his tongue danced over me.
I opened my eyes, watching him focus on my pleasure, gaze fixed on my sex as his head moved, taking in every angle. I moaned, clutching at his hair. “You know, survival training requires you to be prepared for anything.”
He looked up at me, taking the barest pause. “Anything, you say?”
“I, um—” I sucked in a long breath as his finger eased inside me, and I lifted against his face. The crinkles around his eyes told me there was a smile down there. “—I may have packed condoms.”
“This is good news.” He sealed his mouth around my clit and sucked, flicking across it as he released, making my muscles tense around his finger, which continued exploring inside me.
Tightness spread out from my core, coursing through every cell of my body, in reaction to each twist and swirl of his tongue and fingers. I looked up at the clear summer sky, the trees waving slowly in the wind, the birds flying overhead.
What the hell was going on? I barely knew this guy, and I was about to have sex with him on a riverbank in the middle of the woods. I closed my eyes again. My whole body was throbbing, craving him, but the voices churned in my head.Miss August.Serial womanizer.He’ll break your heart.Three dates.
Don’t just be about sex. Please, don’t just be about sex.
No, he said it wasn’t just sex. He said so. Was he being honest? He didn’t bring the condoms, I did. So why was I doubting him? Vincenzo’s voice echoed in my head, ‘I’ll be there next month.’ Matt’s voice, ‘Tyler and I are in love.’
Focus, Sam.
My emotions were going haywire, and tears welled in my eyes. Antonio wasn’t either of them. He was different. He was so…so…what? So perfect? For me? But there was no future for us. I was leaving Brenton in eight months.
But what he was doing felt so good. Could I do just sex? Even if it wasn’t what he wanted?
Maybe he felt my doubts, maybe not, but he stopped what he was doing and crawled up my body. Pushed my hands to either side of my head, pinning me, interlacing our fingers. We kissed slowly, twirling our tongues around each other’s. The warning voices in my head quieted as he squeezed my hands, but my body continued to tremble.
What if I didn’t move away? What if I gave this a chance?
“Antonio,” I murmured, testing his grip on my hands. There was significant strength behind his muscles; they weren’t just for show. There were still ways I could get out, but I didn’t want to. Just needed to know I could.
He paused, his voice soft despite the hunger in it. “Do you want me to let go?”
I shook my head. I needed this. Needed him. This was exactly where I wanted to be.
“Then tell me what you like,” he whispered, squeezing my hands again.
“You said I’d never been made love to properly.” I groaned as he stroked his constrained length against my flesh. “Show me.”
He grinned devilishly and released one of my hands, skimming his touch down my body, leaving a trail of fire. Two fingers slipped back inside me, his thumb teasing the most sensitive spot. “I believe you enjoy this.”
“Mm-hmm.” My leg came to rest on his hips, and we started to move in rhythm, pulsing as though more than his fingers were inside me. It was like our first dance at the gala, our bodies instinctively knowing how to move together. Like they were designed for each other.