Chapter Twenty-nine
Heaven.
Cane swore this had to be heaven.
The smell of her. The touch of her warm, silky skin. Her hot lips sighing his name. Feelings of unbelievable desire clutched his heart in a satin web of happiness.
Unexpectedly, wakefulness intruded and he knew. The woman in his arms wasn’t his wife. Not Diane. She’d never felt this way… or fit this perfect. He breathed in the soap’s perfume and decided it was an elixir for pure, instant passion.
As their bodies cradled closer, her smooth legs intermingled with his, turning his bones to mush and his blood to liquid heat.
Unwilling to open his eyes or wake from the perfect dream, he searched for her lips and kissed her with every bit of yearning in his soul, wanting to be the man who’d satisfy his fantasy’s needs.
Instantly, the phantom opened to him, spreading her legs as an invitation for him to make her his. Finding her body wet with yearning, hot with anticipation, he probed inside her sopping welcome with his fingers and loved her moaning response.
Severely hardened from an ache that needed release, he rubbed against her thigh, and she sought him out, holding him tightly, rubbing him, squeezing him… guiding him to her body.
All the time they caressed and touched, their greedy lips hungry with lust to where breathing became difficult. Panting with passion and dizzy with a craving need to penetrate, make her his, he shifted their clothing, lifted himself over her body and plundered her precious gift.
Aware that she was as invested as himself, loving her greedy seductive surrender, swollen from pleasure, he plunged deep – over and over, sensing her climax.
Greedy for his own release, yet wanting to please, and using every ounce of strength he had left, he forcibly slowed down his explosion, giving her time to fully enjoy the moment.
Clinging to him, sweetly whispering his name, she rippled with her orgasm.
It was those sensations drove him over the edge.
With a final thrust into her hot, tight, silken body, he shuddered and found a rippling ecstasy unlike any he’d ever known.
Clinging together, waiting for the rapture to slowly fade, both sunk into the deepest, calmest sleep, transporting them back to dreamland.
***
Waking in the morning to a feeling of overwhelming happiness and relaxation he hadn’t experienced in a long time, Cane suddenly stiffened. Raven! Where was she? His hand felt the emptiness in the bed where she’d slept. When he looked over, the covers were in place, but he was alone.
Tucking his hands behind his head on the pillow, he tried to remember everything that happened the night before. He’d had an incredible dream, one that had felt so real the memories made him stiffen. Christ. He suddenly shot upright.
Had it been real? Had they made love? Jesus… had he attacked her?
No. Impossible. She’d have stopped him. No way that woman would let any man take advantage. His quickened breathing returned to normal.
Remembering the fantasy enchantress he’d held in his arms the night before, there was one thing he’d bet his bank balance on. She’d wanted him with the same feverish need he’d felt himself.
Son of a bitch.
Had it been Raven?
Goddammit. He sensed the truth and questions ripped through his conscience.
How could he have done something so damn stupid? Raven wasn’t the type of person one played games with. She’d want some kind of commitment, and he had nothing to give.
Slowly readying himself for the day ahead, he called himself every kind of vile name before leaving the room to face his punishment.