The Exception(107)

I became putty in his hands, my body responding to his like a siren’s call: letting him, trusting him, needing him to take the lead.

He broke the kiss, both of us struggling to catch our breath. He stared at me intently, his gaze as heavy on me as his body, until I finally became nervous.

“Cane? What’s going on?”

Very slowly, his face broke out into a smile. “If you only knew how much these little moments meant to me …” He looked down, blushing.

“I do know,” I whispered, “because that’s what got me through these last few days.”

I wrapped my arms around his back, my hands going beneath his shirt, feeling his muscles flex at my touch. I stroked his skin with my fingertips, feeling his body respond.

His lips found mine, more aggressively this time, as the fire that was always burning between us intensified once again.

“I need you,” he muttered against my lips.

I nodded subtly and his hands found the hem of my shirt. He drug it lazily over my head and tossed it away. I unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down and kicking them off. He grabbed a condom from his pocket before removing his pants, and depositing it onto the floor; his shirt quickly followed.

He was a sight to behold. His body was leaner than it normally was and chiseled to perfection. His shoulders were bigger, his abs more serrated. Men spent hours trying to achieve this level of definition.

Noticing my curious look, Cane smiled. “I’ve been boxing a lot. Hours a day.” He tore open the wrapper and rolled the protection over himself.

“I approve.”

He climbed onto the bed and over me again, holding himself above me in a push-up position. “I approve of this. And I’ve made a decision.”

“What’s that?”

“You are more beautiful than sexy.”

“Okay,” I said, not sure exactly how to take that.

“Don’t get me wrong—you are sexy, too. But that doesn’t explain who you are. Not to me. Being sexy is just on the outside. It would do you a disservice not to take into account the person you are on the inside. You are beautiful everywhere.”

“And you say you hate words,” I said, reaching up and pulling his face down towards me.

“It’s you. I lose the filter. It’s the only thing I don’t like about you.”

He lay on top of me and I could feel his hardness against my leg. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he guided himself into me. He pushed slowly, spreading me apart as he plunged deeper, inch by inch.

“I’ve missed this,” he said, pulling back and then rocking forward slowly again.

“Me, too.”

My body stretched with his size as he pressed in and then pulled out. He repeated the act until he found a delicious rhythm, not too hard and not too easy. He propped himself up on one hand, his other finding my nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

I closed my eyes and escaped the mental prison I had been in, enjoying the pure physical pleasure from the glorious man above me. He pressed harder, pulled quicker, my body building quickly until he pulled out altogether, causing my eyes to fly open.

“I want you on top.” He lay beside me, propping his head up on a stack of pillows.

I straddled his waist and hovered over him. I palmed his girth, solid against my hand, and sat down slowly until he was fully seated inside my body.

Cane reached up and squeezed my breasts in his hands, massaging them lightly as I began to move. He closed his eyes, a low growl escaping his throat. I moved faster, emboldened by his response, the friction of my body against his working me up quickly.

I rocked my hips as I moved, causing his mouth to drop open. He rumbled again, moving his hips to meet mine with every movement. He bent forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking the tip. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Cane … I’m—”

“I’m coming with you, baby.”

I swirled my hips with a flourish, grinding myself on his cock. I let out a moan as I tipped over the edge, my body firing harder than ever before. Cane pressed himself deep inside me, groaning as he emptied himself into my body.

All I could see was little white flecks as I came down from the high. I could feel Cane pull out. I watched him through the haze as he made his way across the room, his muscles tight, before coming back to the bed. He lay beside me, brushing my hair from my face.

“Well, that’s it,” he said sighing.

“What’s it, Cane?”

“You.”

“Me? What?” I laughed.

“You. You are it for me, baby.”

I leaned my head against his chest sighing as the weight of the decisions that had to be made make their comeback. The past predicts the future. But is that a good thing?