He tensed, his eyes dark with pain. “No.”
Stubborn man. Thankfully, she could be just as stubborn.
She threaded her fingers through his damp hair, deliberately rubbing the tight buds of her br**sts against his chest, groaning at the tiny darts of sensation that arrowed straight to the pit of her stomach.
Oh . . . my.
“Why not?”
Caine swore, his fingers biting into the flesh of her hips. “I won’t take your innocence because you’re feeling sorry for me.”
She stilled, tilting back her head to study him in confusion. “Is that what you think? That I feel sorry for you?”
“Why else would you be in my shower?”
“Because I want . . .”
He frowned as she struggled to find the words to express the need aching deep inside her. “What?”
“This.”
She might not have the words, but she knew what she wanted. Besides, talk was overrated under the best of circumstances. And in this moment, it was completely superfluous.
Cupping his face in her hands, she went up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his in a kiss of blatant longing.
Caine froze and Cassie felt her heart sink. So much for her awkward attempt at seduction.
Then, just as she was about to pull back, Caine’s arms lashed around her body and he hauled her off her feet so he could deepen the kiss with a satisfying urgency. Unlike her, the male possessed all the experience and skill necessary to turn the fumbling connection of their mouths into pure magic.
Sheets of heat blasted through her as his tongue expertly parted her lips and dipped inside. She trembled. Sweet heaven. It was just as wonderful as she’d dreamed it would be.
The hungry press of his lips. The enticing stroke of his warm tongue. The arms that held her so tightly she could barely breathe.
But she needed . . .
What?
Hell, she didn’t know. Only that Caine still wasn’t close enough.
Using her innate strength, Cassie wrapped her legs around his waist and they both moaned as her most sensitive part rubbed against his fully erect shaft.
Oh yes. That’s precisely what she needed.
The thought had barely drifted through her fuzzy mind when Caine lifted his head, regarding her flushed face through eyes that glowed with sapphire fire. “Cassie,” he groaned, a feverish color staining his high cheekbones. “Christ. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
She licked her tongue up the length of his neck, capturing the droplets of water clinging to his bronzed skin. “Not yet, but you’re going to teach me.”
He released a shuddering sigh. “I am?”
The heavy scent of his musk wrapped around her, his c*ck twitching against her.
“Hmm,” she husked.
“No.” His hand skimmed up her back to cup her nape. “Wait.”
She nuzzled at the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, wondering what she was doing wrong. It was never this hard in the romance books to get a man to make love to a woman. They were always ready to get down to business.
“Now what?” she muttered.