Page 26 of Chasing Caine

I lowered my mouth to hers and she moved on from the scar with me.

My tip played against her, and her leg wrapped around my back again. It was finally time for us to be together. I slid inside hesitantly, and our kiss paused as we sighed in unison. Her walls stretched around me and she squeezed tight.

I pushed hilt deep, joining myself with her, and stilled. The lightness surging from my chest through my entire body was unlike anything I’d felt before.

She was mine. Samantha Caine—the woman I’d held in my heart for so long—was mine.

And I was hers.

“Oh my god,” she whispered with a smile, her breath coming in a shuddering torrent. She clenched my hand, and it was clear, no matter how difficult the words were for her, this was far more than just any physical action.

I pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, then filled her again. Our eyes locked and the world vanished, leaving us with only our connection. I held each stroke deep inside her, lost in the moment’s magnitude.

She used her leg to meet my hips, pulling me in faster, the pressure and delight building rapidly after our day-long delay. Our pace quickened and soon I was driving into her so hard she gasped over and over. I didn’t want it to end. Ever.

“Right there.” She dug her nails into my hand and my back. “Don’t stop.”

I raised my face enough to watch her beauty, the layer of sweat beading across her forehead. She grabbed my neck and pulled my mouth to hers as I felt her release approaching.

When her tongue froze and she tensed, I let go. Let go of the guilt, the regret, the fear none of this was real. Blank slate. She may be guilty of running and hiding from how she felt, but she was here with me trying to make this work.

She groaned and threw her head back with a silent wail of climax, the nails digging into my neck triggering my eruption inside her. All the pain and sorrow of the last week left, granting space for love. For happiness. For Samantha.

I flagged against her as we finished, pressing her into the soft bed, my head resting next to hers. Cheek to cheek, my heart thundered against hers, trying to match its rhythm. Her leg and arm slid off me, limp, knocking a few bags to the floor.

Our intertwined fingers, though, remained together.

“Us,” she whispered, and kissed my neck. It was the most beautiful sound in all the world. Her walls were down, if just for a moment, and I snuck into that private space in her heart.

“I love you, Samantha.” Lifting on a forearm to take my weight off her, I kissed her again. Running a hand along her side, feeling the curve of her narrow waist, I wanted more.

Regretfully, I had to pull out.

“Stay. Please.”

I paused long enough to caress her cheek and smile at her. “Un momento.” I left her and the bed, disposed of the condom, then returned. I lay next to her, dragging a finger and my eyes across her breasts, down the curve of her hip, and back up to her torso. Soft, gentle curves over hard muscle.

“Thank you, bella.”

“For what?” She took my hand and kissed the fingers, then put them back on her chest. Much better than when she hid her body from me.

“For giving me a second chance.”

She rolled onto her side and propped her head up, matching me. The post-sex glow and the calm suited her. Even more gorgeous than she’d been an hour ago. And she was still naked. Gloriously naked.

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet.” She traced a finger along the arm supporting my head.

My jaw clenched. Another thing she was not ready for.

I had to respect that.

While trying my hardest to change her mind.

Chapter 11

Antonio

Thesunstreamedthroughour hotel suite’s patio doors, surrounding Samantha with radiance. She rose and fell, slowing once the climax had rolled through both of us. Her breasts heaved and she let out a long exhale as her head drooped forward. Strands of hair stuck to the slick layer covering her glorious face and chest, the little pink slip clinging to her curves.

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