“It’s yours, Cane,” I said, my voice raw.
“It better be.” His fingers pushed back the fabric and entered me slowly. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“I can’t help it,” I said, glancing out the window at Max and Kari in the pool. “I have no control over my body when you are around.”
“That’s because it’s mine and it knows it.” He worked his fingers in and out. My breathing became jagged as my body demanded a release.
“Cane,” I drug out, trying to move to maximize contact.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked. “You’re going to have to tell me.”
“Damn you, Cane,” I said, feeling myself edge closer to the breaking point. “Make me come. Please.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed a small circle. That was my undoing.
“Oh!” I moaned as I threw my head back and felt the rush of the orgasm wash over me. Cane grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head up, catching my mouth with his and kissing me fiercely while I endured the onslaught of feeling. The sensations from high and low hit me hard, causing me to explode on levels I didn’t know were possible. It was a chain reaction. As I came down from a crazy high, I lay my head on Cane’s chest.
“Are we having fun yet?” he asked cockily, withdrawing his hand. He licked my wetness off of his fingers, a smirk playing across his features.
I was unable to speak as what must have been an orgasmic aftershock rippled through me.
He caught my gaze in the only way Cane could. “Are you going to stick around?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “I’ll stay a while.”
JADA
I lay in a state of bliss beneath Cane’s blankets later that evening, listening to him rummage through the refrigerator downstairs. It had been a fun, relaxing day.
I tugged the black comforter up against my chin and snuggled against the soft sheets. I drifted off for a minute, but was awakened by the bedroom door opening.
“Hey, beautiful girl,” Cane said, smiling as he sat down on the bed. “Need to rehydrate?” He tossed me a bottle of water.
“I think so. That was a workout.”
“If you had said no, you were getting another round,” he said wolfishly.
I tossed the water back to him playfully. “I’m not the least bit thirsty,” I pouted, my eyes slowly running up his chiseled torso.
He lunged across the bed and straddled me, holding my hands above my head. “Really? You better dial that shit down, woman, or I’m going to make you regret it,” he growled, running his finger down my face and chest. “That’s pretty hard to believe, though. It’s nine and you—”
My eyes shot up. “Nine? Are you serious?”
He nodded, looking confused at my outburst.
“Cane, I better go. I have Kari’s car and I’ve been here all day.”
“So?”
“I’m sure you have things to do, that’s all.” I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I wanted to give him an out. He had gone from wanting to see me for one night to having me stay at his house. I didn’t want him to feel any pressure.
“If you leave, I will have nothing to do. But if you want to go …” He released my hands and rolled off of me.
I felt the loss of his body immediately. “I don’t,” I said softly, closing my eyes.
“Then don’t.”
“Really?”
“You say that like you’re surprised!” He laughed. “Why is that so hard to believe, Jada? I’ve spent a lot of nights at your house. Why wouldn’t I want you here?”
I looked around his room. It was decorated in all blacks and whites and it reminded me of the initial hot-and-cold Cane. Where did all of this greyness come from?
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I just didn’t want to wear out my welcome right off the bat.”
“I like having you here. When I’ve brought women here before, I couldn’t wait to see them go. I felt like they were invading my space or something.”
I made a sour face, earning a chuckle from him.
“But really, they were never meant to be here. You, on the other hand,” he said, dipping his chin to grin at me, “I kind of like having here. I don’t know why. You just, I don’t know, seem like you belong here. With me.”
I tried not to swoon, but it was futile. “Are you sure?”
“Stay,” he whispered, pressing a searing kiss on my lips.
“Okay. Just let me make sure Kari doesn’t need her car.” I reached for my phone on the nightstand.
“She doesn’t. Max went home with her and I’m sure that pussy is willing to cart her anywhere she wants to go until you get home.”