Sadie Hart (21 page)

At the entrance he hesitated. He wanted to
pick her up, carry her to the bed, and pin her beneath him. Christ,
but he wanted inside her now. Hard and fast and probably not what
she needed right now. Caine dragged in a rough breath, searching
for control, until Ollie turned and framed his face in her hands
again and gave him a smoldering kiss. Heat raged through his body
and his control wobbled precariously. Grabbed her hips, lifting her
against his painfully ready cock, and she groaned into his
mouth.

With one kiss she told him everything,
holding back nothing. No holds barred, when she kissed him it was
rough, her lips molding his to his teeth until he opened to let her
in, her tongue sparring with his, and for the first time, Caine
found himself fighting for dominance. Not a chance, sweetheart.
Maybe later, but not this time.

He growled and bent her backwards as he slid
a leg between her thighs. He rubbed at the small of her back, his
hands coasting up over her hips. Massaging her, slowly, everywhere,
until her head dropped back, submitting. Surrendering to his kiss.
Almost roughly, he slid her up and down his leg while he pressed
her back against the door frame, loving the little whimpers that
burst from her as he took control. Guiding her, one hand slipping
between her legs so his thumb pressed against that delicious spot
still hidden under her jeans. She vibrated at his touch.

Each time his lips met hers he sought a
deeper kiss, demanded more, and her hands slipped from his face to
grab his shoulders, pulling her body up tighter against his. Her
chest rubbing against his. “Caine.”

He grinned and nipped at her lip, darting his
mouth over her jaw to skate teeth along the edge of her neck,
licking gently at the soft spot behind her ear. “Do you want
this?”

She laughed, a hint of merriment in her eyes
as she gazed back up at him. “For a man who kisses like that—” She
leaned in to kiss his bottom lip, “I’d think you’d damn well take
it.”

His eyebrows arched, teasing. Truth was, he
wanted to, but he wasn’t sure he could stop once he started. Fuck,
but he wanted inside her. Now. And if they moved one step closer to
that bed, Caine wasn’t sure he’d be able to think past the urgent
throb of his cock.

He knew he damn well didn’t want to.

Ollie leaned her head back against the
doorframe, watching him. The tip of his tongue touched his lips,
where he could still taste her, and he watched as heat flared in
her eyes. Caine leaned closer. “I can smell your lust, sweetheart.”
She shivered and he dug his fingers into her cushiony hips. With a
tilt of his head, he gestured to his room. “In or out.”

An impish grin flashed over her face as she
straightened her legs till he loosened his grip to let her and
stand. Heading into his bedroom, she glanced back over her
shoulder, smiling seductively and batting her eyelashes
outrageously. “Both.”

Then with one quick movement she crossed her
arms in front of her, grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it off
and sent it sailing through the air. Caine’s throat dried up as his
body clenched with pure, unadulterated, primal lust.

Chapter Sixteen

God, his
face was priceless. Ollie felt powerful, strong, sexy standing in
his room with Caine gaping like a starving man in the doorway. His
gaze darted all over the place, as if he wasn’t sure where he
wanted to look first, and Ollie slipped her hands to her jeans,
loving the way his gaze tracked her fingertips, the hungry way he
licked his lips.

Goosebumps popped up all over her skin, and
she shivered at the predatory gleam in his eyes, the wolf quivering
in anticipation, ready to pounce. “My, my, Mr. Wolf, what big teeth
you have.”

With a low, fierce rumble, Caine closed the
distance between them, hard muscles bunching. He caught her wrists
before she could finish tugging down the zipper, and when she
looked down at his hands she was pleased to see the huge bulge in
his jeans. Her thighs, belly, and everything in between clenched
with longing, anticipation soaking her at the thought of having him
inside her. Shit, but she wanted him.

His nostrils flared as another shudder ran
through them both.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, bending his head
down to gently scrape teeth over one breast and then the other.
“Absolutely fucking beautiful.”

His voice trembled over the words, and her
knees went weak, wobbly. She had a million things she should have
been thinking about, leads to try and track down, a killer that
damn well needed every moment of her time, but it would all have to
wait. It was time for this man, for their possibilities.

His warm breath slid down her neck and her
head fell back, instantly giving him access. She felt his lips
curve against her neck, imagined the wicked flare of his grin. He
thrived off submission, loved every freaking minute of it, and
Ollie groaned. Another second and he’d have her belly up on the
floor when her knees gave way. Tonight, she could let the alpha
have his way. Yielding to him gave her far more power than she’d
ever dreamed. Her body hummed with the knowledge of his lust,
desire soaking her panties.

A nip jarred her eyes back open, and Caine
tilted his head towards the bed, letting her go. “Lie down.”

Her body quivered, legs ready to collapse,
and she wasn’t sure she could even make it the two feet to his bed.
Caine gave a rumble of a laugh, picked her up and carefully placed
her on the cotton sheets, using one knee to knock hers apart,
leaving her open.

She wanted him there. Touching her, kissing
her, inside her. She reached for her jeans again, hips arching, but
Caine caught her hands in his. “Not yet,” he murmured.

“Caine.” She sucked in a hard breath as his
teeth found the tip of her nipple, rasping deliciously over the
lace of her bra. Her hips writhed, grinding on nothing but air
before his fell to meet hers, drawing a low, keening moan from her.
“Sometime today, Caine.”

“Fuck that.” He nuzzled into her breasts. “I
have all night.”

“But—” There were so many things that could
interrupt them. There was no guarantee the Hunter would even wait
for a—

“Stop.” Caine blew out a hard breath and
leaned his head against her chest, nuzzling in between her breasts.
“Obviously, I still haven’t taken you far enough yet. You’re still
thinking too damn much.”

Oh God.

He released her hands so he could run his
over her breasts, rolling the soft mounds. His lips found her
breast and he suckled softly, his tongue laving over the
fabric-clad nipple and Ollie gasped, her back bowing. She gripped
his shoulders, her voice suddenly plaintive as she cried out.
“Caine. Please.”

He gave a wicked chuckle. “Better, much
better. Now let’s see just how much higher I can take you.”

A shiver jolted through her, right before the
clasp of her bra came undone and he was shoving the fabric up out
of the way. Cool air brushed over wet skin and she mewled at the
contact, only to have his lips back, caressing her sensitive
nipple, until her womb clenched, hard, and her hips moved of their
own accord. He moved to the other breast, and Ollie could feel the
edge coming closer, her orgasm so close to exploding when Caine
pulled away again.

Ollie clutched at his shoulders in an attempt
to drag him back down. Like hell. They so weren’t done here. Caine
gently pushed her back down into the mattress, a pleased growl
rumbling out of him.

“Stay,” he murmured, the word a low heat
against her belly, and then he was gone.

She thought about arguing, but the sight of
Caine standing over her, those dark eyes on hers, and she relaxed.
“Hurry up.”

“Of course,” Caine murmured, but he didn’t
leave. He just stood there, staring down at her and Ollie squirmed,
her bra bunched above her breasts, jean-clad legs still spread
wide. Her hands gripped the sheets as Caine leaned in. He stroked a
finger down the crease between her thighs, and Ollie’s hips jerked
automatically. “So wet, sweetheart.”

Her breath skittered in her lungs, shaky and
uneven, and he grinned. “Give me one second.”

Oh, hell. Ollie jerked as he disappeared out
of sight around the edge of the bed, but held herself down. Thighs
trembling, she bit down on her bottom lip, trying for patience and
failing. She’d wanted him yesterday. Hell, the first date. In the
woods. Then he was back, naked, gloriously naked.

“That look on your face right now, Ol. So
fucking hot. You want me.”

The ridged muscles of his abdomen clenched as
she stared at him, gaze sliding up to the broad width of his
shoulders, then darting back down to the lean muscles in his thighs
and the hot, hard length of his cock. She swallowed as he rolled
the condom on, and she quivered silently on the bed. Of course she
wanted him. She’d have to be fucking dead not to want him.

He pumped one hand up the length of him,
those dark eyes closing, so full of heat they burned like coals,
and an urgent sound slipped from her.

“I like you like this.”

His hands spread over her thighs, thumbs
rubbing in small circles along the seams of her jeans, slowly
making his way closer and closer to her pelvis, and she found her
hips moving in time to his circles. Begging without saying a
word.

“Just waiting for me.”

His fingers slipped up and into her jeans and
he tugged. Ollie lifted her hips, helping him slip them off. He
drew her underwear down next, her breath hissing out between her
teeth as his knuckles brushed the slick lips between her thighs.
She lay there bare for him as he slid his hands along her thighs
and spread them wide for him again.

Her lip trembled as his fingers explored,
playing in her slicks folds, and she bit down to keep herself from
crying out. Then one finger skated over her clit and a moan burst
from her, the orgasm rocking through her and suddenly she couldn’t
stop moving.

Two fingers slipped inside, his thumb still
teasing over her clit, and Ollie cried out again, her body clamping
down on his fingers as she came. Oh, God, but she needed this.
More. Him. Then his hands were gone, wet fingers wrapping around
her hips as he lifted her and slipped inside, drawing another groan
from her. Ollie clutched at his shoulders, holding him to her.
This, this, was what she’d needed tonight.

“Christ,” Caine whispered, and she rocked
against him, driving him deeper.

Heart pounding, Ollie thrust up to meet him,
her hands sliding down his back, frantic, and she could feel his
muscles bulging, his hands tight on her hips as he plunged deeper,
harder, faster. Her arms quivered, her body arching into his. Rough
hair abraded her sensitized nipples, and she was crying out when
his mouth covered hers.

His hips bucked against hers, then one hand
slipped between them, the roughened, callused tip of his finger
finding her clit again, and Ollie could feel herself spiraling
closer to the edge once more, her eyes locked on his, refusing to
look away. So fucking close.

He thrust again, her hips meeting his with a
slap of skin, his fingers sliding over the wet nub of her clit and
Ollie, yielding completely, surrendering every atom of her being to
him. No holding back. There was no room for regret, nor rational
thought, nothing but her world exploding around her and rebuilding
itself around him.

***

Caine felt her come apart in his arms again.
He kept one hand nestled between her wet folds, rubbing along her
clit as he drove her over the edge. The other stayed tangled in her
hair, holding her head back so she would look him as he drove into
her. So fucking vulnerable underneath him. His. Safe. Protected.
And yet, the strongest goddamn woman he’d ever met. His balls
tightened, contracting, and Caine let out a groan as her eyes
opened, the hard metallic of steel clashing with his, but he could
feel her submit beneath him.

Her lips parted as whimper rocked from her, a
sound that filled his soul. Love. He could feel it in the way she
trembled and surged to meet him with every thrust, hear it in the
low mewling sounds she made as she shattered in another orgasm, and
he wrapped his hands tight in her hair and leaned down to breathe
her in. To inhale the scent of their love-making, and then, as he
lowered his lips to hers, to taste it.

Tongue tangling with hers, Caine surged into
her one last time, his balls tight against her thighs as he came.
“Mine,” he said, somewhere between a growl and a roar.

But every bit as much as she’d given to him,
he’d given it all back to her in the form of his heart. Caine
stilled above her, his forehead resting on hers. Their breaths came
in short, rapid pants as they lay there together, her arms
trembling as she still held them above her. Another shudder rocked
through him at the thought. Satisfaction flooded through him, warm
and welcome, and he relaxed against her, still joined with her.

Soft laughter touched her lips as she smiled
up at him, her eyes fluttering as they lay there in the aftermath,
too tired to move. Fuck. He never wanted to move. He could just
stay right here until he was hard enough to go again. And again. To
spend the rest of his life merged with her, Christ, but that
sounded perfect.

Heaven. That’s what he’d found right here.
Caine leaned down and kissed that sweet smile on her face, her
mouth still as delicious and addicting as the first time, and he
laughed. “I think I’m going to stay right here. For the rest of my
life.”

Her body convulsed under the weight of his
words, heat flaring through her with another round of goosebumps,
and Caine found himself nibbling along her jaw. She still smelled
like apple blossoms and dog, but this time she also smelled of him.
Of their lovemaking. There was nothing in this world that could
match the woman underneath him. Not in looks, scent, and sure as
hell nothing matched the steel-forged personality that formed the
core of her.