Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(53)

“I’m not done,” she told him coyly.

“Neither am I. Trust me.” He swiped his thumb over her lower lip. “I look forward to havin’ my dick in this sweet mouth again, but right now, I need to taste you.”

Before she could come up with something to say to that, Lynx shut off the water and grabbed a towel. Rather than dry himself, he slid it over her body.

Slowly.

So slowly.

The soft cotton teased her nipples, as did his tongue when he dropped to his knees and proceeded to dry her feet, her shins, her thighs. And the man was paying close attention to detail, spending more time than was necessary, and driving her crazy in the process. When he dried her ass, he took her breast into his mouth, the suction making her moan as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

“Lynx…”

With a soft rumble, he released her breast, then got to his feet. “I fuckin’ love when you say my name.” His voice was little more than a rough growl and it made her clit throb. “I think that’s my new mission in life. To see how loud I can make you say it.”

Once again, Lynx took her mouth with his. She could feel him moving, knew he was quickly drying himself, never once breaking the kiss. And when he was finished, he led her back to his bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the mattress, then leaning her back, her legs dangling off the side.

He remained standing as he came over her, his tongue thrusting insistently against hers. But then the kiss ended and his mouth trailed fire down her neck, her chest. Every one of her senses was attuned to him. His sexy scent, the warmth of his skin, his hard body beneath her palms, the intriguing way he growled when something seemed to please him. Yep, she was one hundred percent in tune with this man.

“This time, I’m gonna make you come with my mouth,” he said, lifting her knees and pushing them closer to her chest.

His eyes blazed as they drifted down her body. She was on full display for him, her knees wide, his gaze caressing her bare pussy. Reagan wanted to beg him to hurry, but she bit her lip to keep the words in. Although she was eager, she didn’t want to hurry. She wanted this to last forever because she’d never felt anything this amazing. His hands, his mouth, even the way he looked at her had new, incredible sensations coursing through her.

When his head lowered between her thighs, she felt the heat of his breath against her skin, the rough rasp of his thumbs as he separated her lips. But the gentle slide of his tongue along her clit was the best part. He certainly wasn’t racing to the finish line. No, not Lynx. He was taking his time, feasting on her, fucking her with his tongue, then flicking her clit until she was gripping the quilt with both fists, trying to hold on.

“So wet,” he mumbled against her skin.

Reagan’s body hummed when he pushed one finger inside her, slowly fucking her while his tongue worked her clit. When two fingers dipped inside, she was panting, her body no longer her own. It belonged solely to Lynx. She was like a puppet on a string, and he was making her feel things she never knew she could feel.

“Lynx…” Her back bowed when his fingers brushed that spot deep inside that she’d only heard about.

“That’s it, girl,” he urged before his tongue worked her clit again, more insistently.

“Oh, God…” She felt the heat bloom inside her, the electricity sparking in her core. When it started radiating outward, she cried out his name.

“Come for me, Reagan,” he commanded, never slowing his sensual assault.

And then her orgasm crested, obliterating her mind, sending her body soaring onto another plane of existence, one where she was suspended in the moment by a pleasure so unreal it bordered on pain. It left her in awe, but it also scared her to death. This man had more control over her than she’d expected.

“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he crawled over her. “That sweet pussy coming for me like that.”

His dirty words caused aftershocks, her body tingling.

When Lynx’s mouth found hers, Reagan adapted to the slower pace, her body still coming down from the incredible high. Thankfully he had more energy than she did, which was the only reason she ended up on top of him, straddling his narrow hips, her breasts crushed to his chest.

His hands roamed down her back, her ass, over her thighs before traveling up again. It calmed her, soothed her. But at the same time, it renewed her need, rekindled the fire banked in her core.

“Put me inside you,” he whispered. “I want you to ride me, Reagan. I wanna feel your pussy squeeze my dick. Wanna watch as you come again.”

How she managed to move, she wasn’t sure, but Reagan reached between them, her hand circling his cock. Only then did she realize he’d suited up. Where the condom came from, she had no idea. Nor did she care, because a second later, he was filling her to overflowing.

Wanting to watch his face when he came this time, Reagan pushed herself up, her hands pressed to his chest as she rocked her hips, her body adjusting quickly to the intrusion. His cock glided against delicate nerve endings, and her nipples pebbled as more pleasure detonated inside her. Her skin felt too tight for her body, chills breaking out along her arms as the sensations rocked her.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, their eyes locked together.

Reagan didn’t look away. She couldn’t. She was trapped in his beautiful green eyes, lost to him, to this.