Dirty Little Secret(5)

Cailin kissed him before he could finish.





Chapter Two

Her mouth was sweet, silken heat. It seared his senses, fired a passion he swore he’d never felt before. He opened his mouth over hers, driving his tongue between her full lips, and entered paradise.

The door at her back was unforgiving, allowing him to feel every soft inch of her body as he pressed her into it. Firm, ripe breasts, nipples spiking into his chest. Womanly hips and belly, just the way he liked them. The hollow of her thighs nestled his sweetly, allowing him slight access to the center of her body. The only thing he couldn’t feel, he grabbed with both hands—a high, full ass that yielded to his touch just enough for a firm, perfect grip. She felt faultless, fitting him like a missing puzzle piece, and her kiss tasted of heat and hunger and a desperate need to match his own.

“Cailin…”

The sound of her name faded along with his thoughts at the tentative touch of delicate fingers against his jaw. They explored the evening stubble covering his cheeks and chin, rubbed against the sharp prickles of hair marching down his throat, then drove upward to sink into the sides of his hair and grip tight as he nibbled the tip of her tongue. Panting breaths filled the space between them as they devoured each other, need mounting with every exhale. The need for more. A need he couldn’t deny.

Hands shaking with the sheer force of his desire, he eased along the curve of her ass, his heart kicking at the lack of panty lines, then smoothed around to her nipped-in waist and up the soft contours of her rib cage. Losing the press of her body against his chest just about killed him, but her breasts waited, beckoning, and he needed his hands on them. Dark eyes met caramel as he palmed her, hands full and then some, and ran rough thumbs across both tight nipples. Cailin tipped her head back against the door and moaned, arching into his touch.

He was minutes, maybe seconds from the point of no return, but the memory of the innocence that rested behind her closed eyelids, such a sharp contrast to her made-for-pleasure body, had him asking, “Cailin?”

Heavy lids drifted up at his voice. She stared at the ceiling as if in a daze.

“Cailin, look at me.”

Her gaze met his as her pelvis tilted forward. She ground lightly against his hard-on. “You feel so good. It’s—” She clamped the rest of her sentence off behind tight lips.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “You feel good too. Too good. I need to know you’re with me, Cailin. I can’t…” Her mound circled against him again, and it was his turn to moan, his words trailing into the ether.

Then her lips were against his, her breath moist as she whispered into his mouth, “Yes.”

He hooked his fingers in the low neckline of her dress and pulled, taking the lace of her bra with them. He could feel the rapid pounding of her heart but kept his gaze locked with hers. Passion flickered there like an old-fashioned flip book, flashes of something else playing hide-and-seek as the fabric moved lower and lower still—fear, maybe, or…no. Embarrassment. Of her body, or of what they were doing? She wanted the sex as much as he did; he knew that. But this wasn’t normal for her. The truth of that was clear in her eyes.

In seconds her breasts were on display for him, and he dropped desperate eyes to see her. Beautiful, creamy mounds with hard pink nipples stretched toward him. He traced the blue veins mapping the route to those delectable tips, circling each sensitive nub before moving along another line, then back again. Gasps of pleasure escaped Cailin’s lips, rising into a wail when he gripped both nipples between fingers and thumbs and squeezed. He pulled out, milking her, lost in the dazed hunger consuming her face.

“Please!” She grabbed his head and pulled him to her. He surrounded a jutting tip with eager lips and suckled hard. Cailin screamed his name.

The last harness on his control broke in that moment. There was no going slow, no patience, no thought left. Only fast. Hard. Now. That was all he knew. Her breast in his mouth, he sent one hand seeking under the hem of her stretchy skirt. When he encountered skin, he popped off her nipple to curse soundly before taking the swollen peak lightly between his teeth and searching out the apex of her thighs.

Moist heat coated the lace at her crotch as he moved it aside. Cailin lifted a knee to ride his hip, giving him better access, and he immediately drove two fingers straight in. She bucked against him, her channel spasming around his fingers, locking him inside as her pleasure detonated like an out-of-control rocket.

The feel of her orgasm sparked emotion deep in his chest that Alex knew better than to acknowledge. Instead he rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb, setting her off again. She was tight, tighter than he’d expected, and he had to work to thrust his fingers far enough inside to stroke the rough surface of her G-spot. Cailin gasped, almost choking, her shock apparent. He swallowed the sound with a desperate kiss, wringing every nuance of pleasure from her body before releasing her mouth.