Beautiful Mistake(58)

I reached up, knowing he was there even though I couldn’t see him, and pulled him gently down to me. Caine’s lips brushed over mine as he covered my body with his. Underneath his weight, I opened my legs as wide as I could, inviting him inside. I felt his groan vibrate on my skin as he moved his erection up and down through the wetness between my legs. Then suddenly, the volume in my headphones rose, and Caine pushed inside of me.

The music blared.

The only thing I could see was blackness.

But God, could I feel.

It was the most decadent, erotic, beautiful feeling in the world as Caine eased inside. So many emotions overwhelmed me. My eyes welled up as the music hit its crescendo and Caine buried himself deep—filling me in so many ways.

I’d been on the edge of glory for so long, it didn’t take long for the throb inside of me to start. His thrusts were hard, driving in and out with powerful movements that brushed my clit on each downward glide. My world began to splinter as I headed toward climax, everything and anything falling away as my sole focus became the two of us—this moment.

I moaned loudly as it hit me, uttering Caine’s name over and over as I rode the wave blindly. Our hips gyrated in unison, somehow moving to the music encasing us. I thought I’d peaked at the top of the roller coaster, but apparently I hadn’t. Caine gave one last deep thrust, and I felt the heat from his release spill into me—which set me off riding a whole new wave I hadn’t seen on the horizon.

I was utterly spent by the time we stopped rocking back and forth. My body felt spineless, as if I would collapse in a puddle on the floor if I tried to stand. Caine untied the blindfold first and then slipped the headphones from my ears.

He waited for me to speak, but it wasn’t easy. Every ounce of energy had been drained from my body.

“That was crazy,” I finally managed to croak out.

Caine’s lip twitched—which I still loved for some inexplicable reason. He wiped my damp hair from my face. “Yeah.”

“I’ve never…” I didn’t know how to explain what I’d just experienced. “It’s never…that was.”

Caine smiled warmly. “Yeah. Me too.”

I laughed. “Is it always like that…with headphones and blindfolded?”

“I have no idea.”

My brows drew down. “You’ve never done that before?”

“Nope.”

My jaw dropped. “So how are you so damn good at it, then?”

He chuckled. “I’m not. It’s us.”

“Us?”

“Together. It just works. I felt it the first night we met. Just didn’t want to accept it.”

He was right. The connection between us had been there from our first meeting—a spark we could step on and try to extinguish or blow on to fan the flame.

“Do you accept it now?”

He brushed my lips with his and whispered against them. “I never really had a choice, Feisty.”





The sound of a cell phone ringing jarred me from a deep sleep.

“Shit.” I propped myself up on my elbows and was met with a stream of light directly in my eyes. I squinted my dismay at the open blinds allowing the sun to blare through and reached to my end table for my cell.

Missed call flashed on the screen by the time I grabbed it. I checked the call log, looked at the time, and turned to Caine, lying on his stomach.

“Caine?” I whispered.

His eyes pressed closed more tightly. “Mmm?”

“It’s almost ten o’clock. You have class in an hour.”

“No, I don’t. My TA is teaching today for me.”

I smiled. “Your TA was not on the schedule to teach today and has to be at her other job at noon.”

He groaned. “My TA sucks.”

Grabbing my waist, he pulled me back down to the bed and hovered over me. His erection nudged at my leg.

“You’re—”

“Hard.”

“Yes, that.”

“It’s morning, and I just woke up with you naked next to me. My body wants to greet you properly.”

“We don’t have time. It will take you at least thirty minutes to shower and get to class.”

His mouth went to my neck. “I’ll be a little late.”

My eyes widened. “Late? You? Professor Punctuality can’t be late.”

Caine’s hand slid down my body, his thumb finding my clit and beginning to massage. “I can be late. It’s my students and TA who can’t.”

“That’s hypocritical of you,” I said, though I’d already lost my fight to his fingers.

He stopped massaging and flashed a knowing smirk. “You’re right. I should get going.”

I grabbed his wrist. “No way, Professor. Just get the job done quickly.”

Fifteen minutes later, Caine had given us both orgasms and was already out of the shower. I was enjoying the sight of him gathering his clothes while wearing nothing but a towel when my phone rang.

“It’s my sister again. She called this morning and woke us up.”

“Tell her I said thank you.”

I smiled and answered. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said. “I was beginning to think I might have to send a search party out for you. I haven’t heard from you in so long.”