Holding his gaze, Cait walked up and set her hands on his tight shoulders. Pressed her breasts against his chest, making his cock twitch to life. Her guileless blue eyes stared up at him, seeking reassurance. “Are you sure?”
He lifted a hand to stroke his thumb back and forth over her damp lower lip. Slowly, carefully removing any traces of Liam’s kiss. Maybe it was territorial of him, but he didn’t care. Her lips parted, and her tongue stole out to lick seductively at his skin. He sucked in a breath and looked into her eyes. They glowed with arousal. And a deep, abiding love that was all for him.
The residual tension in his gut eased. He threaded his hands into her hair and tilted her head back. Her swift intake of breath filled him with primal satisfaction as he lowered his head to kiss her. Deep, thorough and hard. A mate’s claiming.
She moaned and softened in his arms, met each demanding stroke of his tongue, making him insane with the need to be inside her.
“You’re mine.” The words came out a rough growl against her lips.
A slow, naughty smile curved her mouth as she leaned into him. “Yes.”
Her hands slid over his ass and squeezed as she pressed her hips against his straining erection. “But you’re mine too. And right now I need to feel how much you want me.” She lowered her voice to an intimate whisper. “Take me to bed and hold me down really tight while you fuck me.”
Her bold words shocked a laugh out of him, but she didn’t have to ask him twice. Smiling in anticipation, he lifted her off her feet and started for the bedroom. “Careful what you wish for, baby.”