Page 76 of Enduring Caine

“I can do worse.” I pulled her hand down and used it to push her toward the bed.

It caught her off guard, and she laughed as she stumbled across the room. “So you’re a tough guy now.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

Her eyes flicked toward the door, but she closed them and took a slow breath. This was theCalm down and enjoy the moment, Samanthabreath. I knew it well. She didn’t want the guard to hear us, but we could be quiet. “Just my pants? Is that all I am to you?”

I planted my palm at the center of her chest and pushed her to the bed. “Sì, what else are you good for?”

“Certainly not cooking or cleaning.”

I bit back the chuckle before it escaped my lips. “This is true.”

She undid her pants and lay back, shimmying out of them and her underwear. “What if I want to take off more?”

My cock throbbed, demanding I agree to her counter-offer. “I’ll allow this.”

“But what about you?” she asked as she hauled her shirt over her head. “You get to stay fully dressed?”

“I get to do whatever I want,” I said as I kicked off my shoes. “Remember how we’re doing things my way now?”

She threw her shirt and bra over me and crawled backwards up the bed. Marone, that body was awe-inspiring. Long lines of lean muscle, defined obliques, perfectly formed breasts that matched the size of my hands. “Not sure I agreed to that.”

Bad arm tight to my body, I knelt on the bed and ran my tongue across my upper lip. “You’ll soon be begging to do things my way.”

“I still want to follow up on Johann. Check the wine cel—”

I traced one finger along her opening, and her words came to a shuddering halt. My job was to keep her safe—from herself, if from no one else. “Shut it, Caine.”

“At least take your shirt off,” she gasped.

“When I’m ready.” I eased down with my face between her legs, propped on one good arm. The other fell forward and for half a second I leaned some weight on it. Cazzo Madre—I shot up and got off the bed.

“Are you al—”

“I said no discussion of my arm,” I growled, and hauled on one of her legs to bring her to the edge of the bed. Being shot would not prevent me from showing my woman how much I cared.

That look crossed her face. The one of sympathy or pity which I was already sick of.

I sank to my knees at the side of the bed and threw her leg over my left shoulder. My good arm rounded her hip and brushed against her swollen clit as I leaned close enough to taste her.

“Do you think—” She drew in a rough breath and threaded her fingers into my hair. “—your uncle’s telling the truth?”

That brain never stopped churning.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” I blew gently across her sex and she squirmed under the attention. “Tonight we dodged a bullet.”

She moaned when my tongue darted between her folds, and she clutched my head tighter.

“And we’re going to celebrate that victory first.”

Chapter 34

Antonio

Thenextmorning,Isat at the dining table with Giovanni and Cristian. Leonardo was overseeing security and the investigation into Johann’s death. They’d ordered Cesca to her rooms for the day.

“How’s Samantha?” asked Cristian. “She was rather upset last night.”