Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(52)

They were both panting hard, sweat covering their bodies as they clung to one another.

When he finally caught his breath, Lynx pulled out of her, slowly, but he couldn’t seem to let go. He never wanted to let go.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice low as he spoke close to her ear.

“God no. That was … fantastic.”

“We’re goin’ to my house,” he stated gruffly, pulling back and meeting her gaze before hopping off the truck to his feet. He removed the condom and tied it off, continuing to look at her. “I’m not done with you yet. And I need a hell of a lot more space to lay you out.”

A wicked smile tilted her mouth, and Reagan Trevino had never looked more beautiful than she did right then. Naked and smiling back at him as though he was her favorite dessert and she’d been deprived of it for ages.

It took a little while, but they both managed to get their clothes on, then climbed back into the truck. Neither of them said anything for the few minutes it took to get to his house. And then, after he’d haphazardly parked near the porch, he got out. Thankfully, he still had some manners. After helping her out, he led her into the house, through the living room, and right to the bathroom. He tossed the spent rubber into the trash can, then turned on the shower.

“Naked,” he ordered, turning his full attention on her once again.

It was as though he hadn’t fucked her not fifteen minutes before. It was as though he’d never had his hands on her before. His body was hard, his cock once again throbbing, eager for anything and everything this woman was willing to give him. He wasn’t sure a hundred lifetimes with Reagan would ever be enough.

“This time I’m gonna go slow.” He reached for her shirt and helped her to dispose of it once more, then he unclasped her bra, gently easing it over her shoulders, his eyes feasting on her perfect tits.

Letting his hands roam slowly up her sides, Lynx looked into her eyes, holding her gaze. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he knew she could read his face like a book. This woman was in total control where he was concerned, even if he was the one calling the shots.

“Your turn,” she whispered, pushing his T-shirt higher.

Wasting no time, Lynx jerked it over his head, loving the way her eyes instantly roamed his torso along with her soft hands. He’d waited so long for her to touch him like this. Too long.

Once they both stripped their remaining clothes off, Lynx took Reagan’s hand and led her into the shower. He kept the water lukewarm because they were both still sweating from the heat outside. It didn’t seem to bother Reagan when the water sluiced over her hair, her skin. He watched as her nipples pebbled. He couldn’t resist cupping her breasts, gently kneading them until she moaned softly.

He sucked in a sharp breath when her fingers circled his dick, teasing him with firm, slow strokes.

Reaching for the soap, Lynx was determined to get them washed up and back to his bedroom. It wasn’t until Reagan took the bar of soap and lathered her hands that he paused. When her hands resumed their position on his dick, Lynx closed his eyes, letting the sensations roll through him.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Never stop doing that.”

Forcing his eyes open, he watched as Reagan took a small step back, her gaze dropping to his cock as she continued to slide her palms up and down his length, the water slowly rinsing the soap away.

“Aww, hell.” He reached for the tiled wall when she eased down to her knees in front of him. He hadn’t been expecting this, but holy fuck, he’d dreamed about this moment plenty of times. In fact, he’d jacked off to fantasies of her sucking him into her sweet little mouth…

“Reagan.” He snapped out her name as her mouth closed over the head of his cock, her tongue circling, teasing.

Lynx couldn’t resist sliding one hand into her hair, holding her as she sucked him deeper. When her eyes lifted to his, he could see the heat, the need. She wanted him as much as he wanted her and his cock pulsed with the knowledge.

“That’s it, girl,” he urged. “Suck me. Deeper. Yes… All the way…” Lynx groaned when she took as much of him as she could.

He watched his dick slide over her lips before disappearing inside her mouth once more. He wanted to see his cock disappearing into her pussy, her ass. And he wouldn’t be content until he’d claimed this woman in every way imaginable.

However, he had no intention of coming just yet. His orgasm from earlier had taken some of the edge off. Which left him with plenty of time to explore her for as long as she would let him.

But in order for him to do that, he had to get her sexy little mouth to release him.

He’d never thought he’d be thinking along those lines.



Admittedly, Reagan had limited experience when it came to sex. She’d been with one man only, so she didn’t have much to compare to, but holy hell, Lynx Caine was a big man. One of her hands barely spanned the full breadth of his cock — the tip of her middle finger and thumb barely touching — and as she took the wide crest past her lips, she briefly wondered how he hadn’t caused her significant pain when he’d fucked her before.

Apparently, her body was made to adjust to him. And she was grateful for that. Not to mention, she was eager to feel him inside her again.

“Come here, girl,” Lynx groaned, reaching for her arm and helping her back to her feet.