here, princess?” he asked, leaning down to pick up a water bottle he’d left on one of the abandoned stall doors to take a long sip.
Ginger stared at his lips, watching the way they puckered and drank, the way his tongue slipped between them to lick the excess droplets, the way he backhanded his mouth and grinned at her with curiosity.
“Cat got your tongue?”
She searched his face. Now that she was here, her courage was failing, and she couldn’t seem to find the words she needed.
“I wanted . . . I wanted to see you. I have somethin’ I need to say.” Her voice sounded thready and high, and she cleared her throat, gesturing to the bottle in his hands. “Can I have some?”
He reached out slowly, handing her the bottle, and she took it, her fingers brushing his and sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. She held his eyes as she raised the bottle and placed her lips around the spout where his had just sucked.
Cain stared at her with interest, in growing realization, his eyes increasingly hot, his half-naked body primed and sleek before her.
When she lowered the bottle, she licked her lips slowly, deliberately, her breath hitching as his eyes lowered to her mouth and lingered there.
“What do you want, Gin?” he asked, still staring at her mouth, his voice low and gravelly.
She stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Her raincoat pressed against his chest, her breasts straining through two layers of clothes. “Cain, there isn’t much time until you go, and I want . . . I mean, I feel like . . .”
He didn’t move away from her, and when he took a deep breath, his chest pushed into hers insistently, making her tender breasts ache for his touch. She gasped softly, and he cut his eyes to hers, reaching out to put his hands on her upper arms and kneading them gently. “You feel like what, princess?”
“I’m in love with you,” she blurted out, gasping again as soon as the words left her mouth, then holding her breath as she stared at him in wide-eyed panic. Adrenaline pumped uncomfortably through her body, and out of nowhere she heard herself add, “I want to be with you, Cain.”
“Ginger,” he ground out, the sound shocked and stilted.
“You’re the one I want. I have always wanted you. You were my first kiss, and I want you to be my first . . .” Her words trailed off as her cheeks flamed with heat. “Cain,” she half gasped, half whispered, “I want you to make love to me.”
His eyes searched her face, shocked and wild, and she licked her lips, her breath coming in fast, short spurts as his hands tightened around her arms. As he stared at her lips, she arched her back, pressing her body against his and whispering, “Please.”
Like a match to a fuse, he yanked her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her as his lips crashed down on hers. Groaning into her mouth, he kissed her madly, backing her against the old barn wall and slamming his groin into hers, his tongue parting her lips and sweeping into her mouth.
Ginger’s hands were trapped between them but she flattened her hands on his chest, her fingers curling into the wall of muscle, and her back arching so that her breasts rubbed against him through their clothes. His hands slipped back around her waist to her front, pulling at the buttons of her coat, and she worked to help him release them, their fingers meeting in the middle. He opened the coat and dropped his hands to the hem of her sweater, skating underneath until the flesh of his rough hands landed on her soft belly. His tongue tangled with hers as his hands stroked her skin, higher and higher. He pushed his pelvis forward, and she felt his erection, hard and straining against the zipper of his jeans.
His hands found her breasts, cupping them through her bra, and she whimpered, fighting to release her hands from between them and wind them around his neck, pulling his head down to hers and sliding her tongue along the smooth hot velvet of his.
He groaned, dropping his lips to her throat, kissing, licking, sucking, as his thumbs rubbed her nipples, the friction of the lace over her taut skin sweet and sharp at the same time. Sweet and sharp. Like Cain. Like her and Cain together.