Page 311 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Our eyes met as he moved in deeper. There was so much trust and love in his eyes. Need stretched and stretched until pleasure snapped, shuddering down my spine. “Kain . . .” My body continued to tremble even after the climax subsided.

He captured my lips, muffling my words, and increased his rhythm until his body tensed. He roared out a release that had me smiling.

“My tattooed caveman.” I skimmed his face with my fingers.

He kissed my sweat-drenched forehead before rolling off me. I turned and placed a hand on his chest. His heart thumped against my hand like it was kissing it from beneath his skin.

With another kiss to my head, he ran off into the bathroom to clean up. I didn’t move because my muscles were so relaxed. I could have fallen asleep on his bed. He returned with a towel to clean me and satisfaction beamed on his face.

Dropping the towel on the floor, he gathered me up. This cuddling thing was new to me because it didn’t happen in my previous relationship. I guess I didn’t know what I was missing until now. Now I wanted this every day.

“Come again?”

Shit. I accidentally said my thought out loud. “Umm . . .”

Kain grinned. “I want this every day too.”

Embarrassment singed my cheeks. I shouldn’t have been embarrassed after what we’d just done, but to have him see into my private thoughts was something I never expected.

“I didn’t expect?—”

He placed his finger over my lips. “I know. But I love knowing you were thinking about me. I was thinking about you too.”

His finger traced my lips, arousing me again. “What were you thinking?”

“About other ways to feast on you.”

I broke free from his embrace, sat up, and clutched his erection. “I can show you one way I want to devour you.”

“Fuck yes.”

He didn’t know what his excitement did to a desperate woman like me. It was fuel for my fire. My desire to please him escalated, and my creativity ascended to new heights. I showed him how skilled I was at arranging kisses for maximum impact.

When he begged for more, I felt like a goddess. With this man, I found courage, confidence, love, and the freedom to play.

That was love, wasn’t it?

Nine

KAIN

I thought I knew what sex was, but I was fucking wrong. My body craved Eva’s touch more than it had any other woman. My chest heaved as her mouth captured me, rocketing me to an out-of-this-world experience. Blood roared through my body and flooded my brain, making my ears ring.

Christ, she was extraordinary. Our eyes met, and my heart erupted for her. I knew there was something about Eva when I first laid eyes on her. Now I knew why. She possessed the power to slay me. She was the bright passionflower that overpowered the dark rose embedded in me. If only she knew how much strength she’d given me. She kept asking me why I hadn’t been with another woman. Getting close to a woman meant sharing my past. I wasn’t ready to do that until now.

This urge to love and protect her seeped into my blood. I shuddered at the sheer desire for her. The feel of Eva, her scent, her voice, everything about her became a crucial part of me. I really didn’t understand the emotion. All I knew was that there could be no one else for me.

Eva was it.

“Your hands, mouth, and tongue are remarkable . . .” I crooned. Pleasure mounted in me, and I felt like I could die from the power of it.

It didn’t matter how others saw me. I only wanted to be seen and loved by her. Before Eva, my priorities ranged from managing my business and thinking of ways to expand them. Now those things slid behind her. She rose to the top of my list. She meant more to me than she could ever know.

How the fuck did I get here? I didn’t have time to contemplate further as she performed a technique that undid me once again.

We didn’t eat our pizzas until late at night, when it was time to take her home.

Ten

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