Ginger's Heart (A Modern Fairytale, #3)(127)
The muscles deep inside her body were stretched taut and tight, like violin strings twisted to a hair’s breadth of snapping, when he leaned his head all the way back and f*cked her with his tongue, one hand holding her up as the other reached around and pinched her clit.
“Cain!”
She screamed his name as she exploded in wild waves, trembling and shaking, her insides flooding hot and wet, coating his tongue and his lips as she rode out the most complete and profound orgasm of her life.
Finally, as the tremors began to subside, she felt her feet hit the floor and his arms anchor her to his body as he stood up. She leaned against him, limp and loose and utterly sated.
“Catch your breath, baby. I’m doin’ that to you again in ten minutes.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, laughing softly at the lazy, self-satisfied look in his clear blue eyes as he gazed down at her.
“Promise?” she asked, breathless and trembling.
“Fuck, yeah. That was the hottest f*ckin’ thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
She took a shaky breath and smiled at him, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him, when the phone rang.
“Ignore it,” he growled.
“Cain,” she said, gasping as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I should answer it.”
“No. We should kiss again.”
She covered his hand, pressing it against her sensitive, bare skin but gently stilling his movements. “You’ll lose business.”
“Good. I have enough.” His eyes were so dark, she could barely make out the ring of ice blue. “What I don’t have is enough of you, princess. I’ll never get enough of you.”
The phone rang again, and she leaned forward to press another kiss to his lips, then reached down to pull up her panties and jeans. She grabbed her sweater off the floor to cover her breasts as she stepped over to the desk and picked up the phone.
“Wolfram’s Motorcycles . . . Uh-huh. Yes, I see.” She covered the mouthpiece, turning to Cain, who looked fiercely annoyed with her. “Are you gettin’ any new Harleys in stock?”
He shook his head, swiping at his bottom lip with his thumb, then sucking it into his mouth as he stared at her.
“Cain?” she prompted, refusing to be distracted by him, refusing to let him lose business because he was distracted by her.
He huffed, glaring at her in surrender. “No, but I can place a special order. Take a message. I’ll call them back.”
“Why don’t I take your name and number and have Cain call you back?”
She tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear and jotted down a quick message, overwhelmingly aware of Cain’s eyes boring into her back and loving how much she affected him.
“Thank you. Yes. Later today. Good-bye.”
She turned around to find Cain still standing where she’d left him, a troubled expression on his face. He was unsatisfied, and he was running low on patience. And hell, if she was honest, so was she.
“Soon, Cain,” she said, understanding him just as well as she always had. “I promise.”
He exhaled, stepped toward her, taking the bra out of her hands. “Hold out your arms.”
He threaded her arms through the loops and pulled them up to her shoulders, then dipped his head and kissed each swollen nipple gently before fastening her bra in the back. He took her balled-up sweater from her hands and shook it out, placing it carefully over her head and holding the arms out for her.
“Never had to wait . . .,” he said softly, almost more to himself than to her as he helped her get dressed.
A tiny part of her bristled, and she almost said, Well, sorry I’m not one of your high school sluts, ready and willin’ on a moment’s notice.
He watched her eyes flare, and she watched the sexiest mouth in the world turn up in a slow grin as his arms wound around her waist.
“Don’t get your back up, princess. I didn’t finish.”
“So finish,” she said pertly, smoothing her shirt and giving him a pissy look.
He pulled her closer so that her breasts were crushed against his chest, and the long length of his erect cock pressed against the valley of her sex. But despite their shared arousal, his stormy eyes were focused and intense, holding hers captive with the sort of longing that made her heart thunder with love for him.
“I never had to wait,” he said softly, “until you. And for you, darlin’, I’d wait until I ran out of days. And when I ran out of days, I’d wait for you in heaven. And when you got there, through every eternity, I’d wait for you and your lion’s heart to give me another chance, to choose me again.”
“Cain . . .”
“I love you,” he said in a gravelly whisper, furrowing his brow like it hurt a little to say the words. “I’ve loved you for so long, I don’t know how to stop. I don’t want anyone else, princess. Not ever. When you’re ready, I’m ready. And until then . . . I’ll wait.”
Her breath caught.
Her heart clutched.
I’ve loved you for so long, I don’t know how to stop.
She’d waited for words like these for most of her life, and now—suddenly here and now—they’d arrived.
Before she could answer, he leaned down and kissed her lips, gently, tenderly, slowly, and then he dropped his arms, stepped around her, and left the office.