His eyes blazed with a compulsive need, even as his face twisted with an expression of supreme torment. “Are you deliberately trying to drive me crazy?”
She leaned forward, trailing her lips over the silken smoothness of his chest. He tasted of heat and feral animal. Delicious.
“I only wanted to help.”
“Help?” he breathed, his heart thundering beneath her lingering kiss and the scent of wolf suddenly filling the air.
Cassie felt her own wolf responding. Just because she couldn’t shift she wasn’t any less of a Were. Her animal was prowling just below her skin, restlessly seeking the touch of this man. “To relieve your tension.”
Unexpectedly, Caine stiffened, his muttered curses warning he wasn’t pleased by her explanation. “So you’re willing to give away your virginity for a pity f**k?” he growled.
She pulled back, confused by his sudden anger. “I don’t know what that means.”
He grimaced, instantly regretting his harsh words. “It means that I’m not so desperate for sex that I’m willing to take your innocence.”
Ah. Relief surged through her. He was simply protecting her.
Again.
She reached up to brush her lips along the line of his stubborn jaw. “And what if I am?”
She felt him tremble, his muscles coiled so tight it was a wonder he didn’t cramp.
“What if you are what?” he managed to husk.
“Desperate,” she readily admitted, nipping the lobe of his ear. “Would you give me a pity fu—”
Caine swooped his head down to end her words with a kiss that sent a sizzling jolt of pleasure straight through her body. She gasped, clutching at his shoulders as her toes curled in the warm water pooling at their feet.
“Don’t say it,” he commanded against her lips.
She allowed her tongue to trace the chiseled lines of his mouth, pleased when he groaned in helpless need.
“You did,” she reminded him softly.
“I say a lot of stupid things when I’m—”
“Tense?” she offered when he bit off his explanation, a line of color marking his cheekbones.
“Yes.” His voice was hoarse, his eyes glowing with his wolf in the billowing steam. “Cassie, you really need to leave.”
In response, she pressed herself against his na**d body, her breath catching at the feel of his hard erection pulsing against her lower stomach.
She hadn’t expected it to be so large. Not only long, but thick. And hot. It burned against her skin like a branding iron.
Or maybe that was just her fevered imagination. Not because she was nervous. Or uncertain. But because she was so damned hungry for him.
She might be a virgin, but she had zero doubt that she wanted Caine. He was, in fact, the only man she’d ever wanted.
All of him.
“You don’t want me?” she demanded.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as if he were caught between the urge to yank her closer and shove her away. “So badly that I can barely think straight,” he breathed.
She allowed her fingers to skim over his shoulders and then up the curve of his throat. Her touch was tentative. A Were was extremely selective in who was allowed to touch their neck. The fact he made no effort to halt her exploration proved he already accepted her on the most intimate level.
“Then make love to me.”