Paradise Found: Cain (Paradise #2)(32)

“Hhmmm,” he replied, smelling my hair. The deep intake of his breath tickled the back of my neck, then the soft pressure of his nose was at the base of my head. His face slipped around to my throat, where his nose skimmed my sensitive skin. I tilted to allow him better access. He used his cheek to brush back my loose hair. The scruff of his face gently scratched mine as he moved it across delicate skin. My heart rate increased, gently hammering to match the soothing caress on my face. Breathing became erratic when his hands covered mine, pinning me to the cement enclosure.

“Cain,” I whispered, uncertain if his name was a question or a plea. His nose continued its slow assault of my neck, below my ear, then around it to my cheek. It was as if he was drawing a pattern, forming a path, testing the trail before he would strike. My breath hitched in anticipation, waiting for his lips to connect with moist skin, damp from the exertion of walking through thick woods. Tingling with nerves from his nearness, he practically purred, as he forged a slow drawn design over my profile. Then his hands joined the temptation.

One hand climbed up my bare arm, skipping suddenly to my side, and skimming dangerously close to the side of my breast before outlining the contour of my hip. Coming to rest on it, he gently tugged back so my backside nudged the length of him, bulging through tight jeans. That purr-like sound came again, riveting the pulse between my thighs. My legs vibrated in a sensation similar to riding his bike. His hand skimmed and his nose scanned. He was drawing out the anticipation, holding off from kissing my skin or reaching for a vital part of my body. My hips instinctively pressed back, begging for some type of friction from him.

“Sofie,” he warned, his hand present on my hip. He tenderly squeezed to still me then guided me, encouraging the connection. I arched so my backside met him hard and my front fell forward. His hand slipped to my lower back and pressed gently. I instinctively leaned against the cement wall, lowering to my elbows, twisting my head to look partially over my shoulder at him. His hand skated up my back, eventually weaving his fingers into my hair. With a gentle twist, my tresses were entrapped and he tugged tenderly.

“Sofie,” he hissed louder, as my ass collided with the hard length of him. He tugged again and I pressed back.

“What I wouldn’t give to take you like this.” His voice was gravelly, rough, and needy. The sound of it echoed just enough to set that vibration between my thighs to a more intense speed. I spread my legs further and his knees bent behind me. He dragged himself upward and I whimpered.

What were we doing?

It was as if we couldn’t be alone together without giving into a primal attraction. My mind was charging forth to overrule my body, which began to rock against the firm length pressed into my ass.

“Oh, Sofie,” he groaned. One hand remained firmly on my hip; the other held me against the stone. It wasn’t enough. I needed him to touch me on a deeper level.

“I want inside of you, Sofie,” he growled, squeezing my hip hard enough to pinch as he thrust forward. My whole body was humming. My desire for him was too great.

“Cain,” I whimpered.

“Tell me you’ll let me in,” he pleaded. He commanded. Our bodies were working a rhythm beyond our control. We were dry humping like teenagers. All I had to do was say the word and he’d touch me. He’d slip his hands into my pants and his fingers would spread me wide. He’d dive into me, and the wetness already gathered would heighten the speed he’d be able to slide inside me. I clenched at the thought as he repositioned himself so the tip of him was at the right angle. If we didn’t have the barrier of clothes, he’d slam into me so hard, I’d be one with the low wall before me. A groan so animalistic surrounded us, and I worried we were being watched by wildlife until I realized the sound was me. With pent up frustration, I ground back hard, letting the covered tip of him tease me, tempt me. I knew what it felt like, and yet I didn’t remember well enough. I wanted him deep within me, but I was afraid.

“Sofie,” he hissed, increasing the rhythm behind me. The friction almost burned. I was nearing the peak when he stilled, thrusting forward on a choked, “Fuuuccckkk.” The word was so low it became one with the rustle of the trees. He collapsed onto me, breathing in my hair again.

“It’s almost Eden,” he whispered. I had no idea what he meant, and I suddenly worried he meant a who instead of a where. Malinda’s name flashed before me. I straightened quickly, unsatisfied and flustered beyond control. Forcing him back, I spun and faced him. Our eyes met and a slow smirk curled up his lips, then his face fell. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at me.

“You didn’t?” he questioned. My whole body shook in growing irritation and suppressed orgasm. I couldn’t believe I’d almost given in. I almost begged him. I was spiraling out of control over him. Again.

“I need to go home.” I paused. “I mean I need to get back. To school, that is.”

“You didn’t finish,” he said, reaching for the button on my jeans. My hand covered his.

“No,” I said, forcefully.

“Sofie.” My body hummed under the spell of him, but my heart couldn’t take the strike. We were divorced. We weren’t married. We shouldn’t be together.

“You promised to never let me take advantage of you,” he whispered against my cheek. “You promised. But take advantage of me. Let me finish you.”