He broke away and started to trail his lips up and down her throat.
“Kane…” A sigh left her, and she let her head fall back and closed her eyes.
“I know, baby.” His murmured words were husky against the pulse right below her ear. The feel of him sliding his hands over her waist, up her ribcage, and to her breasts had her pussy wet, her panties soaked, and her head dizzy with lust. “Look at what I’m doing to you, baby.”
She forced her eyes open and looked down. Kane was looking at her chest, and his hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples poked through her thin bra and shirt, but she was too far gone to feel self-conscious over it.
“Your tits are incredible, Cayla.” He ran his thumbs back and forth, causing her nipples to tighten further. “I want to stop.” He looked up at her with only his eyes and muttered, “And I want you too fucking bad.”
He gripped the edge of her tank, and in one swift move pulled it over her head, tossed it aside, and ripped off her bra. Her breasts rose and fell from the force of her excitement. “Perfect. Fucking. Tits.” He molded his hands around the globes and proceeded to knead them. He kissed her again, hard and fast, and filled with so much want that she was drunk from it. Her breasts felt so heavy. The blood rushed to her nipples, causing the peaks to become ultra-sensitive.
“God. Kane.” She cried out when his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples. He twisted and pulled the peaks until blood rushed to the surface. “Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, baby. I have no intentions of stopping anything.” He lowered his head and took an aching point into the hot, wet confined of his mouth. He sucked and laved, and she didn’t think she could take any more of the pleasurable torture he inflicted. “You taste like peaches.” His breath was warm along her now moist flesh as he whispered the words.
“Kane.” This was it, the second time she would throw herself out there and hope he wanted her. It was clear he was aroused, that he desired her as much as she did him, but would he realize he still couldn’t fully go through with this because Andre was her brother? Maybe lust was just clouding his judgment?
He dragged his tongue between her breasts, over her collarbones, and up her throat. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss then stood abruptly. Cayla wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and deepened the kiss.
“I want you. Please, I want you to take me, to be my first.”
He set her on the ground, her body seductively sliding down his hard, chiseled length, but before the disappointment could set in he had her jeans unbuttoned and pushed down her thighs. Cayla kicked them aside, so nervous, but her body so ready for this, and watched as he took a step back and looked his fill. She wore only the thin lace thong and nothing else. For a long time all he did was watch her, and she knew what he was doing.
“I—” She meant to tell him she was sorry, that it was clear doing this made him uncomfortable and that was the last thing she wanted, but the words lodged in her throat. Dammit, why couldn’t he just love her back and want to be with her? “This was a bad idea.” Humiliation was ripe inside of her, and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She covered her chest with her arms and went to pick up her jeans when his strong hands cupped her upper arms and urged her to look him in the face.
Looking into his dark eyes there was so much she wanted to say, yet no words could properly display exactly what being with him meant to her. Maybe if she just laid it all out and told him that she was in love with him, things would be different?
Taking a deep, strengthening breath Cayla said, “I’m in love with you, Kane.”
Chapter Four
The sound of the clock ticking away was the only noise in the kitchen. Had he just heard Cayla right? She was in love with him? Running a hand over his chin, Kane processed her words. Cayla was in love with him. It was as if hearing her say that opened something deep inside of him, something that had been locked away for so long he didn’t even know the extent of it, or even that it existed. Staring at her, with her smooth, creamy flesh, and her wide grey eyes, all he could imagine was all the times before when he had seen her. She had been so young and impressionable, so trusting and sweet. All she had ever wanted to do was be a teacher. He and Andre had spent hours upon hours listening to her talk about going to college so she could help kids. He had loved her like a sister back then, but now, staring at this gorgeous woman in front of him, he realized his feelings for her had changed drastically. Long gone was the brotherly love he felt, and in its place was a love so deep he couldn’t even catch his breath.