Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(54)

She began to rock faster, then lifting and lowering, fucking him, sending them both to that ethereal place she’d been before.

“Aw, fuck…” Lynx’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her down on him, his cock filling her. “So fucking perfect.”

It was perfect.

Beyond perfect.

And that, more than anything, was the most terrifying part.

Reagan knew it would be so easy to fall completely in love with this man.

In fact, it was quite possible she was already there.





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Lynx knew without a doubt that now that he’d had a taste of Reagan, he was completely hooked. And watching as she rode him, he wanted to stay just like this for the rest of his days. She looked like a fucking goddess atop him, the long, wet strands of her hair hanging over her shoulders, brushing his chest with the motion of her body. Her soft pink nipples hardened into points, her golden skin gleaming.

“Come here, girl,” he whispered, pulling her mouth down to his.

When she rested atop him, Lynx gripped her hips, holding her still as he thrust deep inside. Their tongues met, sliding against one another as he took the reins and fucked her from underneath.

“Lynx…” Reagan pulled her mouth from his.

He didn’t slow, punching his hips upward, driving into her while he watched as she threw her head back and cried out, her pussy squeezing him as her orgasm raced through her. He didn’t stop thrusting, merely slowed as she rode out her climax. And when she was finished, he rolled them both so that he was on top.

“One more, girl. I want you to come for me one more time.”

“I…”

Before she could argue, Lynx slammed home, retreated, then slammed in again. With every powerful thrust, she moaned, her nails digging into his arms as she held on to him.

“So hot … so wet… Come for me, Reagan. Come all over my cock, girl. Let me—”

“Lynx!”

Damn, he fucking loved when she said his name. And he’d been serious. His new mission was to have her screaming his name as loudly as possible.

Reagan’s pussy clutched him tightly, this time strong enough to drag his release from him. It stole his breath as he slammed into her one last time, his dick pulsing deep inside her body. Lynx watched her face, loving how uninhibited she was, how fucking beautiful she was.

Although he was tired, his body wrung out, he’d be damned if he wasn’t ready to go again. Like a fucking teenage boy who’d gotten his first taste of pussy, Lynx wanted to keep going, but he knew she was exhausted.

He eased from her body, then headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, Reagan was in the same place, her eyes tracking him as he moved toward her, a sexy smirk on her lips.

So fucking beautiful his heart squeezed.

Although they probably should’ve gotten up, gotten dressed, and headed back to the shop, Lynx couldn’t resist crawling back in bed with her. The tension in his body eased completely when she curled up against him, her head on his chest the way she’d done the other night when she had stayed.

“A nap sounds perfect right now,” she whispered.

He grunted softly. Being here with her was the perfect part. Awake, asleep, it didn’t really matter.

Lynx brushed her hair away from her face and gently stroked her back while she breathed against him. She probably felt the steady thump of his heart against her cheek, but she didn’t say anything.

And right before he drifted off, Lynx couldn’t help but think that this was exactly where Reagan belonged. Right where he belonged.

Together.

The sun was still shining when Lynx stirred. He glanced over at the clock, doing his best not to move so that he didn’t wake Reagan.

Three hours.

They’d slept for three hours but he felt as though he’d slept for three days.

The ringing of his cell phone sounded from somewhere, and Lynx lifted his head, glancing around, trying to figure out where the damn thing was.

Bathroom.

Where he’d ditched his clothes earlier.

It stopped ringing but started up a few seconds later.

Shit.

Lynx eased Reagan off him before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He was naked, his cock already perking up at the sight of the naked woman in his bed, but he ignored it. Shutting the bathroom door, he took a piss, then washed his hands and splashed water on his face. He then took a good long look at himself in the mirror. He looked like the same guy, but he damn sure didn’t feel like the same guy.

Not after Reagan.

He scrubbed his hands down his face once more, then grabbed his jeans and fished his phone from his pocket before pulling them on.

The phone rang in his hand, so he hit the button. “What’s up, hoss?” he greeted Wolfe, keeping his voice low.

“Thought I’d check up on you.”

“You called multiple times so you could check up on me?” Lynx chuckled.

“Oh, you know how it is. I look for opportunities wherever I can find ’em. Reagan with you?”

“Yeah.” He knew Wolfe already knew the answer to that or he wouldn’t be calling to give him a hard time. “So, what did you need?”

Wolfe chuckled. “Not a damn thing. Just wanted to give you shit. Later.”