Chapter Seven #2
His dark gaze met hers seconds before he bent slightly, looped his arm under her thighs, and lifted her.
She gasped slightly, then moaned instantly when his mouth trailed over her neck.
Keely dropped her head back on her shoulders to allow better access, and Caine took advantage.
His coarse beard scraping over her skin caused a tremble over her flesh.
Keely knew exactly where Caine was taking her.
His bed. A second later, it was confirmed when her bare skin met his satin sheets.
She would’ve never guessed his preference, but she was grateful.
Her body temperature spiked, and she welcomed the soft, cool bedding.
Caine dropped his fists into the mattress on either side of her head, kissing her.
There was a gap between their bodies, and she took full advantage, unsnapping his jeans and sliding her hand into his pants.
He was hard, and from what she could gather when she wrapped her hand around his cock, larger than average.
Keely had never been a size matters type of girl, but she was eager to feel the difference when he was inside of her.
Just the thought of him fucking her had Keely scissoring her legs, wishing away her pants.
She squeezed his length, and he hissed. It was hard to gauge his reaction. It was the first time she’d ever heard it, so she tested him. She tightened her hold, stroking him. Caine’s hips moved in rhythm with her hand. Fuck, this is hot!
Caine angled his head, and she met his gaze. Dark eyes filled with heat and desire. He must’ve seen the same with her. His lips brushed over her cheek to her ear, and he bit her lobe. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, moaning his name.
“Caine.”
He pulled away, and her hand slipped from his pants. He ripped off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, then stood next to the bed and tore down his jeans to his ankles. It was cliché, but she thought it anyway.
Is that going to fit?
What she heard in her head had also slipped passed her lips. Caine cocked his brow, shucking off his pants and kneeling on the bed.
“It’ll fit.”
Her cheeks burned, and she closed her eyes but pried them open when he growled.
“Eyes on me.”
Caine slid his hands over her thighs, up to her button and zipper, disrobing her within seconds.
Keely had no idea where they landed because she never took her eyes off of Caine.
She was getting an up close and intimate view of his chest and the array of tattoos.
He wasn’t fully tatted, but there wasn’t much space for many more.
She slid her fingers over his ribs, tracing the intricate, detailed script.
It was too dark to read, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Until…
Caine gripped her thighs, spreading them wide, and without any warning, his mouth came over her pussy.
His tongue slipped between her lips, laving over her clit.
Keely jerked up on her elbows and pulled away slightly, but Caine blindly grabbed her hands, yanking them, and she dropped to the mattress.
“Ahhh…” Her breath labored, and she tried to swallow. “God.”
Caine caressed his hand over her stomach to her bra.
With no visual, he unclasped it, and his hand cupped her breast in a tight squeeze.
She stared down at him between her legs.
She’d never watched before and realized her mistakes of the past. She swiveled her hips, grinding against his mouth, and gasped when his tongue flicked over her clit.
“Fuck, Caine.” She gripped his shoulders, dug her nails into his skin, and called out his name once again. Her heart pumped heavily in her chest as a tingling sensation raced through her body.
There was usually a longer build up to her climax. Not this time. Her orgasm rolled in like a hurricane, destroying all her composure.
“Fuck, yes!” she screamed.
Keely had never come so hard on her own accord, let alone with a partner. This man is a fucking God with his tongue. Her heavy breathing echoed through the room, and she closed her eyes, sinking into the bed. She was going to need a minute to gather herself.
Caine had other plans. His lips trailed over her inner thigh, and then they were gone.
The bed dipped, and from a distance she heard a drawer open and close then a faint crinkling of paper.
Keely wasn’t in the headspace to process what was happening until Caine’s hand slid over her hip, and he guided her to her side.
His chest flattened over her back, and he looped his arm under her thigh, lifting it. What is he…
Keely moaned as he sunk his cock inside her. She dropped her head back into the crook of his neck but immediately tensed when he slid in deeper. It fit. A tight fit. Caine hooked her leg over his thigh and curled her foot under his calf. His hand caressed over her hip to her stomach.
“You feel so fucking good.” His deep voice loosened some of her tension. Or maybe it just made her more wet. Either way, she relaxed into him. Caine was giving her the most sensual slow fuck in the history of fucking.
His hand trailed up to her breast, circling the pad of his finger over her nipple until it hardened almost to the point of pain.
Then he did it to her other breast. Teasing her as he fucked her, sliding between her lips.
She’d never come twice in one night, but Caine was about to set a new record for her.
The palm of his hand spread over her throat in a firm hold.
Never one to dabble in anything other than vanilla sex, she found herself silently begging him to tighten his grip.
She angled her head, and he kissed her, his tongue spearing into her mouth, tasting every inch. She pushed her hips back and met his motion, slipping in and out through long even strokes. She was so close to coming again.
As if he sensed it, Caine rocked into her pussy, quickening his pace and tightening his hold over her throat as he fucked her harder. And harder. And fucking harder until she gasped for breath, moaning so loud her voice echoed off the walls.
“Fuck.” Caine grunted, slamming into her, and came, dropping his face to her neck. His hot breath washed over her skin.
They lay in silence with only their uneven breath serving as background noise. Keely relaxed into the bed with Caine remaining inside her. If she could fall asleep in this position, in this bed with him, she’d drift off to the best night’s sleep anyone had ever had.
His beard brushed over her shoulder, and his lips spread over her skin, sending a shivering heat over her flesh.
I don’t want this night to end.
****
Caine braced his arms on the sink, dropping his chin to his chest.
What the fuck am I doing?
It was a question he should have been asking himself hours ago when he’d demanded she get in his car.
Not now. A one-night stand wasn’t anything new for him.
He’d had countless over the years. In fact, that was all he had.
Always in a neutral space so he could control the situation, including when he parted ways.
Immediately. It was rare Caine spent any time outside an hour with a woman he’d fucked.
Now, he was contemplating having Keely spend the night in his bed. With me.
Had she been anyone else, he’d be walking her downstairs and escorting her to the car service.
That wasn’t an option with her. At this hour, Caine would personally drive her home and make sure she got to her house safely.
He could list a hundred reasons why she was different.
Being close with Charley, which in turn gave her a connection to Nash.
Working for Rogue and Trey at the Bowery.
Having a tight relationship with their head of security, Jared.
All reasonable and fair excuses. Just not the honest one.
Caine had an unexplainable need to protect her. It didn’t make any sense. He barely knew Keely, and what he did know wasn’t overtly personal or on any elevated level. We’re acquaintances who fucked.
If only it had been that simple. Everything in his mind was telling him to get her out of his loft.
She had no place in his world or with him.
They were complete opposites in life. This would never go anywhere.
It couldn’t. His position didn’t allow for dates and movies, weekend getaways and meeting her family.
The thought repulsed him. He’d been trained for so long to rely strictly on himself, he could never fully trust another person.
He tightened his grip on the basin, his knuckles whitening, and he looked at his reflection in the mirror. It didn’t matter what he wanted. He would do the right thing. Keely had to leave.
He straightened and walked out, heading to the bedroom. His phone rang on the counter, and as he made his way to the kitchen, he saw her sweater balled on the floor by the stool. He bent down and grabbed it, hanging it over the back of the chair.
On the third ring, he answered but not before reading the screen.
“Sir?”
It was how he addressed everyone in a higher rank. He may have considered Nash closer than just his superior, but he’d always given the respect of his earned position.
“Did I wake you?”
It had to be after midnight. Not particularly late for Caine, but Nash had been cutting his nights shorter when possible, to be home with Charley.
“No,” Caine said.
“Ridge mentioned you taking off after the job. Everything okay?”
He tightened his grip on the phone. Caine assumed Nash would inquire about his whereabouts. Usually, as head of security, Caine was the one to report back with all the details. Tonight, he left that for Ridge and Cyrus.
Caine glanced over to his bedroom. The lights were still dimmed, and he hadn’t heard a sound.
He lowered his voice. “It’s personal.
Caine never used that excuse. I never had to.
“Alright.” Nash paused but didn’t push further. “You all have a meeting set up at Inez’s for the day after tomorrow. Six, sharp . You know how she is.”
He knew all too well. If anyone showed up a minute late, they wouldn’t get into her apartment or the meeting. Caine hadn’t worked with her often. But it was memorable every time.
Caine’s lips twitched. “Yes, sir.”
“See you tomorrow.” The line went dead, and Caine tossed his phone on the counter, eyeing his bedroom. He’d made his decision. She was leaving. Why the fuck am I hesitating?
Caine walked up the two steps into his bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed. Keely was curled up on her side with the covers completely covering her naked body. Her hair was spread over the pillow, wild and in disarray. She looked completely satiated, peaceful, and above all, safe.
“Fuck,” he muttered, grabbing his jaw.
He should wake her up. She needed to get dressed. She doesn’t belong in my bed. Everything in his mind was telling him she had to leave. Caine had already rationalized all the reasons. They were valid. This wasn’t up for further discussion.
Take. Her. Home.
Caine found himself watching her sleep for another few minutes.
It was self-indulgent. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked her in his bed.
He made his way over to the opposite side, staring at her still body.
He grabbed the covers, pulled them back and got in bed.
This would mark the first time in over a decade he’d fallen asleep next to anyone.
What the fuck am I doing?