Page 20 of Up in Flames

He kisses me almost forcefully now. Our breathing is erratic as our bodies rock together on my sofa.

My fingers dig into his shoulder blades, and a muffled moan escapes my lips as his tongue is rapidly entangled with mine. Cain reacts to my moan with his own deep, throaty growl. Without thinking, I grind my pussy up into his prominent hard dick beneath his jeans. He growls again deep in his throat as his hips roll forward into my throbbing clit, hitting just the right spot to cause enough friction to give me some much-needed pleasure.

“Mmm…” I quietly moan as his cock becomes even more evident behind the layers of clothing between us. His lips leave mine, and he presses firm kisses down my cheek and neck, allowing me to catch my breath.

He rolls into me again—God, if he keeps doing that, I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself—and my leg wraps around his ass, pulling him to me further.

“Makaylie,” he murmurs my name so low and throaty as he continues to lick and nip at my neck.

This is HOT!

He knows how to work up a girl.

My mind starts to cloud and fog as he continues worshiping me.

Cain’s hand slowly moves from my hip, brushing my side as he gently caresses my skin. His hand slips under my shirt and grazes my sensitive spot just above my hip, sending a shuddering wave running right through my center, andnotin a good way. I jerk with a loud giggle, making Cain stop his movements as he lifts his head and looks right at me as my cheeks flush red hot.

His laugh filters through the living room as he grins from ear to ear when he realizes my vulnerability. “Oh, Makaylie! You shouldnevershow your weakness. I have a lot to teach you,” he states as he pushes my hands and returns to thatoh-so-sensitivespot on my hip.

“No… no… no, no, no,” I call out, with my eyes bulging out of my head.

Cain laughs and withdraws his hand from under my shirt. “I could seriously watch you squirm all day.” He chuckles as he leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. “But I won’t.” He moves his clenched fists to either side of my face and pushes up like he’s getting off me.

Huh?I thought we were only just getting started.

I wrinkle my face in confusion, and he lets out a bemused chuckle when he stands and moves to sit back down on the other side of the sofa like he’s restraining himself.

Slowly, I sit up, feeling rejected as I bite down on my bottom lip.

Cain sighs as he slides a little closer, obviously sensing my anxiety. He then rests his hand on mine in a show of comfort. “It’s not that I don’t want you, Makaylie, I do. Trust me, I do. It’s just like I said… I’m no good for you,” he reiterates with a cold harshness that makes me wince.

“Shouldn’tIbe the judge of that?” I snap.

He sighs, shaking his head. “No! You don’t know me. You don’t know whoI…am, whatI’vedone, whoI’ve…” he pauses, gritting his teeth, his lip turns up, and his neck muscles twitch in a sign of tension. “No. You must avoid me. You’re too perfect to be dragged into my world,” he grinds the words out ominously.

A shiver of warning runs down my spine, an unease churning in my gut. The flare in his eyes tells me I need to listen.

The heaviness of the moment should weigh down on me.

It should hit me like a ton of damn bricks.

I should heed his warning.

I should run.

But, in this moment, I don’t care.

I don’t care if he’s dangerous.

I only want to be as close to him as I can be.

So, ignoring the warning bells, I do just that and shift closer to him. So close, I’d be in his lap if I were any closer. Looking into his eyes, practically pleading with him, I sigh. “Tell me,” I whisper in almost a beg.

He scrunches his face, and the feeling of heaviness overwhelms the room. “I can’t.” He shakes his head and slides away from me. My skin feels colder from his absence.

“Tell me, and I can make up my own damn mind if you’retoodangerousfor me, Cain,” I beg as I move closer to feel his warmth once more.

He exhales, clenching his jaw like he’s battling his demons about whether or not to tell me. “Well, let’s just say I got into the wrong crowd when I was younger. I haven’t always been a nice guy or a model citizen.” His voice is softer now.

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