Need You Now (Love in Unknown) - By Taylor M. Lunsford Page 0,58

Mel. I missed you. So much. Just give me a little time to prove to you how different things will be."

Those blue eyes held her captive. Every dream and plan she'd imagined for them all those nights she’d stayed at home, missing him while he was at boarding school, rushed back to her. She loved Gage and Micah and growing up with them had been great, but when Caine left everything felt...incomplete. That feeling had gone away when they were together in college. Even without their brothers, her life seemed to click into place again. When they broke up, it all felt apart. Now, all she could see in him was sincerity. They had a lot of issues to work through, but that history was worth it. "Okay," she whispered.

Caine cupped the back of her head and guided her down until her lips met his. Unlike their last kisses, this one started slow, gentle. The sweetness of it made her ache almost as much as the passion had.

For a few moments, the kiss remained simple. Just his lips on hers. Impatient for a better taste of him, she traced his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Eagerly, his lips parted, his tongue darting out to meet hers. He filled her senses, blocking everything else out. The tangy masculine flavor of him danced across her tongue and went coursing through her veins. A slow, steady throb built inside her. It seemed like all he need to do was touch her and she wanted him beyond anything else in the world.

After a little while, he carefully rolled her over, taking control. His hand slid up her side to cup her breast. Once again, the lace of her bra gently chafed the sensitized skin of her breast. Her nipples tightened, begging for attention. Gentle kneading wasn't enough. "Touch me, please."

Caine smiled against her lips. "What, like this?"

Thank God for a low-cut neckline. A lightly callused hand found its way into the cup of her bra to tease and tug and torment her. She moaned, arching into him. He kissed his way down her neck and along the neckline of the dress. Just when she expected him to ease the dress off her shoulders and give her aching breasts the attention they craved, he pulled back. A wicked smile lit his face.

Mel tried to tug him up, but he shook his head. Broad shoulders edged her thighs apart. "Such pretty legs. Shame to hide them with this dress," he murmured.

Before she could respond, he'd flicked her skirts up and began kissing his way up her thigh. He let out a little growl. "Been shopping, have we?"

“Thought you might like those.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed the lacy barrier aside. It started off easy at first. His fingers danced over her folds, playing her body like a mandolin. Slowly, he slid one finger then two into her, then out again. Leaning forward, he blew on her overheated skin, parting her curls to see better. Then his lips were on her, suckling, licking, driving her absolutely crazy. When that clever tongue of his found her clitoris, she knew she was lost.

“So sweet. So wet.” The words sent knives of pure pleasure through every cell in her body. "Come for me, sunshine. Let go."

Mel fought it for as long as possible, wanting to prolong the deliciousness, but her traitorous body gave in and pleasure rocketed through her. Biting her lip, she kept from crying out, but it was a near thing.

Smoothing her panties and skirt back in place, Caine took her in his arms again. She felt the hard ridge of him pressed to her belly and she started to reach for him, but he stopped her. "No. Not tonight."

“Why not? Can’t I return the favor?” It would be one thing if they hadn’t already had sex, but after last week, she didn’t see why he would hesitate. Even after that fairly spectacular orgasm, she still wanted him. The idea of licking him like he had her sent little aftershocks through her.

Caine chuckled. “Believe it or not, I had planned to take things slow. Romance you a little before the seduction.”

“That’s what you call taking it slow?” If that was slow, she’d love to see fast.

He groaned. “You distract me. Always have. I can’t seem to think straight and I let things go further than I planned to. One taste of you and I lose my head. But tonight is supposed to