Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(78)

“Lynx… Make me come… Please… Make me come.”

He thrust his hips forward, retreated, then thrust again, fucking them both into oblivion.

“Mine,” he groaned. “All fucking mine.”

“Yes!”

When her other hand covered his and she began working her clit with his thumb, Lynx knew he wasn’t going to last.

“Fuck, girl… Jesus… Sweet … Christ!”

He slammed into her, praying he wasn’t hurting her. She was pushing him to his tipping point. He couldn’t hold back, his need for her driving him higher and higher.

“Lynx! I’m… Oh, God… Oh, fuck!” Reagan’s scream echoed in the silence, her body locking down on his dick, dragging his release from him.

He came hard, his cock jerking, twitching, his muscles tightening. He could hardly breathe from the intensity that slammed through him.

And even then, Lynx knew he would want this woman until the end of days. Nothing and no one would ever change that.



Reagan was slightly astonished by what they’d just done. More so that she’d wanted it so badly.

While there had been discomfort, there was something about the action that had been hotter than anything she’d ever known.

And now she was trying to catch her breath, her body wrung out from the powerful orgasm.

“You up for a shower?” Lynx mumbled against her ear as he held her tightly.

“Not sure I can walk,” she told him. And it was true. Her legs were noodles.

“I’ll hold you up.”

When the mattress shifted, she realized he was serious. Considering the lube was a little sticky, Reagan figured a shower wouldn’t hurt.

Several minutes later, they were in the shower, the lukewarm water pouring over them. Lynx washed her, lathering his hands and running them over every inch of her body. He didn’t miss a single crevice, and while he was being thorough, her body was heating again. Reagan wasn’t sure how she could want more after what they’d done tonight, but she did.

In fact, she was beginning to wonder if she would ever get enough of this man.

Once Lynx rinsed her, Reagan took her time returning the favor, soaping him up, her fingers drifting over every hard plane and angle of his body from his neck to his toes. She took her time, watching him as she went along.

He was the most remarkable specimen she’d ever laid eyes on. His body was sheer perfection, all hard muscle and sinew and the beautiful ink that decorated his body.

She was gearing up to take him in her mouth when he took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“Why is it you always stop me when I’m about to have fun?” she teased.

His eyes locked with hers, his face serious.

Her smile fell from her lips, her belly fluttering from the look in his eyes.

When he cupped her face, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, Reagan sighed against him, wrapping her arms around him, her fingernails gently digging into his back.

There was something mind-blowing about this kiss. Something deeper, more intense. As though it wasn’t merely physical.

“Reagan,” he whispered, pulling her against him, one arm banding around her back.

She molded her body to his, their mouths fused together.

And when he reached between them and guided his cock into her slick pussy, she lifted her leg and placed one foot on the side of the tub. She matched his groan with a moan of her own when he pressed against her entrance.

“Need to feel you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Can I? No barriers, Reagan.”

She nodded, remembering how he’d said he had never had sex without a condom. She hadn’t either, but her reasons hadn’t been only for birth control. Not only had she not been looking to get pregnant, she feared what Billy might give her.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” she told him. “I didn’t want…” She couldn’t finish that sentence, not wanting to bring her past into this. Not when she had Lynx like this.

“Me, neither,” he admitted.

“I… I’m not on the pill,” she told him, needing him to know the repercussions of his actions. She trusted him implicitly and she … God, maybe she was crazy, but she wanted this too. She wanted to be one with this man, nothing between them.

Lynx pulled back, his hand still cupping her jaw as he stared down at her. “You’re it for me, Reagan. Always have been. I’ll take you however I can get you, but I want you to know…”

Reagan felt tears forming as his words trailed off. He didn’t even have to say them for her to know how he felt. That was the way Lynx was. There was an undeniable connection between them. She’d felt it all those years ago and she felt it now, stronger than before.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I’ve loved you since I was sixteen years old.”

Unable to stop it, a tear slid down her cheek, but she smiled.

Lynx growled softly, then pressed his hips forward, joining their bodies.

Reagan sighed as the pleasure consumed her. He was hot and hard inside her and it felt different, more incredible. Every sensation seemed more powerful. Her hands roamed over his back as they stood there in the cooling water, his body warming her from the inside out.

“I love you,” he rasped. “No one else, Reagan. I’ve never loved anyone else.”