Need You Now (Love in Unknown) - By Taylor M. Lunsford Page 0,48

kisses from her skin to the las covering her breasts. Fastening his hot mouth over the lace that protected her nipple, he sucked it in. Her breath caught in her throat as the tug sent a bolt of desire straight to her core. Involuntarily, her hips moved against him, held in place by his firm body. Still, he didn’t stop. The teasing didn’t stop either. For several long, deliciously maddening minutes, he showered attention first on one breast, and then the other.

“Caine. Please. I need…”

A warm hand slipped to cup her over the delicate panties, cutting off her fragmented thoughts.

“This?” He found her clit, massaging it. The mix of her own wetness and the lace had her sighing with pleasure, but she shook her head. Gasping for breath, she finally found the words.

“No. I need to feel you, skin to skin. I need you inside me. Now. Mo more waiting.”

To her everlasting relief, he slowly withdrew his hand and moved it to the waistband of the panties. With a rough gentleness that only increased the already painful ache at her core, he pushed them off of her, running his hand along the length of her leg as he went. As soon as he released her arms, she made quick work of her bra, tossing it aside like an old rag. He pulled away long enough to shove off his jeans and boxers. On his way back to her, he grabbed a condom out of the bedside table and tossed it beside her head.

Catching him off guard, Mel pushed against Caine’s shoulders, flipping him so she straddled his lap. The rock hard length of him jutted up against her, begging for attention. She knew how she wanted this. With shaking hands, she opened the condom package, sliding it over him with a slowness that was almost as painful for her as she knew it must be for him. They’d always desired each other, needed each other, but never with this much intensity.

She didn’t want this first reunion to be about either one of them on top of the other. Something deep inside of her needed this to be a joining of equal. Of partners. He must have read her mind, because he surged up, delving into a kiss so deep she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

“Inside me. Now.” The words, though muffled by his mouth against hers, had the desired effect. Framing her hips, he lifted her, moving her into position. With torturous, tantalizing, delicious slowness, he slid into her. Situated as they were, his chest rubbing her breasts, his stomach against hers, she was able to take every wonderful inch of him in.

Even when he was finally inside her, Caine didn’t move at first. He waited until her eyes met his and locked. They stayed that way for a moment, breathing each other’s breaths, heartbeats synced to the same pounding staccato. Everything about this felt so real, so intimate. Even during her first time, the night she’d given him her virginity, she hadn’t felt this connected to him.

As one, they began to move, their hips as in tune to each other as their hearts. Every time he thrust, she moved her pelvis to meet him. Fire blasts of pleasure darted from the place where they were joined and went out to almost incinerate every cell. Bodies slick with sweat, they became thoroughly entwined, completely joined. With each passing minute, their rhythm increased and the pleasure inside her built. She shattered in his arms, her hips still moving, her body clenching his erection, only to feel herself rising again and again. The last time was too much for her to handle as she cried out before burying her face in the crook of his neck. Past his own breaking point, Caine groaned through his release.

Completely spent, but obviously unwilling to let her go, he collapsed backward on the comforter. Mel nuzzled into his neck, struggling to catch her breath. Thoughts swirled around her head, too numerous to make any sense.

Even when Caine gained enough energy to maneuver her between the sheets before going to the bathroom to clean up, then snuggled down beside her, they didn’t say anything to break the spell. This man had such a hold on her. She’d thought she’d escaped it, thought that what passed between them so long ago destroyed what she felt for him. She’d been wrong. Any other time that thought might have terrified her, but she was too sated to