Caged (Mastered, #4)(49)

“You’re not?”

“No.” He gave her a look she couldn’t decipher.

“Then what?”

“Read it to me.”

When her jaw fell open in shock, he took advantage and kissed her. A sweet, coaxing kiss, with teasing flicks of his tongue and the hot and sexy glide of his wet lips across hers.

Against her mouth, he murmured, “I wanna hear what gets you hot.”

That caused her belly to swoop. “You’re serious. You want me to read to you.”

“Yeah, babe, I do.” Another soft brush of his lips across hers. “And not just the dirty parts. But you could mark the kinky spots and we could try them out later.”

Molly laughed.

He settled himself in his seat again and put the car in motion.

Since Molly was halfway through her current book, she picked an erotic contemporary she hadn’t started yet. “You ready?”

“Yeah. What’s the title?”

“Teacher’s Pet by Cherry Starr.” She flipped her e-reader around. “The cool thing? Hardwick Designs did the exclusive book cover.”

Deacon squinted at it. “Whoa. Is that chick wearing a . . . collar?”

“Yes. It was fun watching Amery direct this couple as she maneuvered them around.”

“Now I really wanna hear you read this.”

Molly jumped right in. She didn’t attempt to lower her voice to portray the male character or force an accent for the foreign characters. This was one of the first times she appreciated the slow buildup to the first sex scene.

Every once in a while she’d glance over at Deacon at a funny part and it gave her a feeling of relief to see his lips curled into a smile.

When she reached the scene where the heroine sees the hero naked for the first time, she started to skim it to gauge the level of heat.

Deacon’s hand squeezed her knee. “No fair reading ahead.”

“I’m not. I just . . .” Don’t know how I’ll get through this, and it’s not even a full-blown sex scene.

“You’re blushing, which means it’s gotta be good. Read,” he commanded.

Molly sipped her water and cleared her throat.

I shouldn’t have walked into his bedroom without knocking. I know that now. But in my own defense, I was thinking of ten other things. I had my hand on the door handle and stepped into the room before the words knock-knock occurred to me.

Colin had his broad back to me. His muscles stretched and rippled with every movement of his arm. I saw droplets of water glistening across his shoulders and, oh, how I thirsted.

I clenched my hands into fists and let my eyes wander down his spine. The golden hue of his skin ended abruptly at his waistline, making his pale buttocks stand out even more. I bit back a moan at seeing the firm, round globes. I’d had my hands in the pockets of his jeans, so I’d felt the masculine curve and hardness once before. My fingers clenched and released, as if they had a mind of their own—a mind to grab a handful of that tight white ass and hold on.


I gave his legs a cursory glance, then let my gaze travel back up his body, savoring every inch. But my visual appreciation didn’t get any farther than his lower half because I realized his right arm was still moving in front of his body, his well-defined triceps straining and bunching with the movement.

Then Colin’s head fell back. Those dark curls covered the nape of his neck as he expelled a loud, “Fuck.”

I gasped because I figured out what he was doing.

He confirmed my suspicions when he spun to face me and I saw his fist wrapped around his cock. “Caitlin? Why the bloody hell are you in my room?”

“I don’t know.” My feet carried me forward even when I knew I should’ve stayed put. “I’m sorry I barged in and interrupted—”

“Me jerkin’ the gherkin?” he said in that deep, menacing tone.

“It’s not a gherkin, from where I’m standing,” I replied without thinking.

Then his entire countenance changed. “Like what ya see, do you, lass?”

I couldn’t respond. The lust I’d felt had somehow seized my vocal cords and I could only nod.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Can ya get your eyes off my junk?”

I continued to move forward.

Colin breathed heavily, although he’d stopped sliding his hand up and down his rigid shaft.

Once I was close enough to fill my lungs with his scent and feel the heat from his naked body, I stopped. My hands definitely had a mind of their own and landed on Colin’s thickly furred chest.

With his free hand, he tipped my head back and got nose to nose with me. “Do ya mean to make me mad with wanting you?”

“I’m not the one who said no, Colin.”

“Because I’m trying to protect you!”

“From what? From you?” My eyes couldn’t stay in one place long. I drank in every feature of his face. The stormy gray eyes were brimming with lust. His lips had lost the pinched look and were parted from his rapid breaths. Color rode high on his cheekbones. His dark hair, nearly black, was slicked back and wet from his shower.

“Aye, from me, dammit.” Then his mouth crashed down on mine and he finished the kiss he’d backed away from earlier. A growing hunger consumed him, as it did me when he gave in to it.