“I want you to take off your jeans,” I managed to croak out.
His hand stopped moving and he lifted his head and looked at me. “Why?”
“I want to feel more of you against me,” I whispered.
Cage dropped his head and took a deep breath. He didn’t move for several seconds. Finally, he looked back up at me with a tortured look on his face. “I need to leave on my underwear. I can’t… I need there to be a barrier.”
I nodded in agreement. When he slipped his hand out of my panties I wanted to protest. But I’d been the one to ask him to strip. He couldn’t exactly do that with one finger inside me.
He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He was either teasing me or giving me time to change my mind. Once he had them undone his gaze locked with mine and I smiled. Then Cage York slipped his jeans off his hips and let them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them. The white boxer briefs he was wearing didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.
I watched his beautiful body as he crawled back over me and I let my legs fall open so that his hardness would press directly on the source of my heat.
The second he shifted on top of me I cried out.
“Fuck, Eva.” He took a shaky breath and held himself still over me. I didn’t want him still. Lifting my hips I rubbed against him and his arms trembled.
“I don’t want to lose control with you Eva.” His voice sounded desperate.
“It’s okay,” I ran my hands through his hair and lifted my hips again. We still had too many layers of fabric between us. I wanted my shorts off.
“I want inside you. S’ not okay,” he replied through gritted teeth.
I moved my hands down to my shorts and started pushing them down. Cage groaned loudly as I shimmied my shorts down until they were at my ankles and I could kick them off. Now we only had the lace of my panties and his underwear between us.
“Kiss me,” I said, lifting my head to meet his lips. The hunger in his kiss was exciting. Small growls escaped him as he explored my mouth like a man starving.
Slowly he lowered himself down until we were pressed so tightly together that all I had to do was rock my hips to get some friction.
Cage tore his mouth off mine just before he began rocking his hips against me. That was so much better.
“Yes, please,” I encouraged him.
His arms bulged on each side of me as he held himself up so he could look down at me. I ran my hands up his chest and found the barbell I loved so much.
“AH,” he cried out as I gently tugged on it. His obvious pleasure made mine increase. I lifted my hips in tune with him and he let out a low groan closing his eyes tighter.
“I want inside Eva. I want inside so damn bad.”
The desperation in his face and the need in his voice sent me over the edge. My world combusted and I cried out as everything inside me ignited into flames.
Chapter Seventeen
Cage
Eva’s head was thrown back and her long dark curls were fanned out over the pillow as she cried out my name. The tremors that coursed through her body only caused her to press harder against my ready-to-explode dick.
Somehow I’d managed to keep from ripping her panties off and shoving my briefs down so I could bury myself inside her and find relief. This was not a position I’d ever been in and it was painful as shit.
Her long lashes fluttered open slowly as her body began to relax underneath me. A small smile played on her lips and I suddenly felt like a damn rock star. I might be harder than f**king cement but I’d made her feel damn good. That put a smile on my face.
“Wow,” she breathed. Her eyelids were droopy. She’d sleep good tonight. I wouldn’t mind tucking her in like this every night.
“You’re gorgeous but when you come it’s beautiful,” I whispered, brushing the hair out of her face.
“You sure know the right things to say to a girl,” she said in a low raspy voice.
Part of me wanted to get angry at her flippant assumption but I knew she only knew what she’d been told.