Trapped (The Condemned Series #1) - Alison Aimes Page 0,62
Or because he could. But because he wanted to. Because he was ready to let her in.
A low moan of need slipped from her. His words, his kiss, all she’d ever wanted.
As if the signal he’d been waiting for, the tenor of the kiss changed, his mouth claiming hers as his fingers wove through her hair and angled her closer. Her tongue tangled with his. His taste—of strength, ferocity, courage, hope—even better than she’d imagined.
When he finally drew back, his eyes still shut, their mouths only inches apart, their arms still latched around each other, they were both breathing hard.
Her heart fluttered. There it was again. That look of wonder on his face. As if she was something special. As if she was life itself.
Then his eyes sprang open. She stiffened, bracing for the change. For the return of the guarded look that had always entered his gaze before. But the tenderness remained.
“I didn’t want to need you, Bella.” His voice was a low rasp, his hands contracting against her skin. “I was terrified to need you. But somehow, somewhere, you’ve become a necessity. You’ve become everything. I might not trust anyone else, but I do trust you.”
Her arms, locked around his neck, vibrated. It took her a moment to understand why. Caine was shaking. Like the first time they’d touched.
Awe whispered through her. This fierce warrior who’d fought off vicious beasts and killed for her was afraid. Because of his feelings for her.
“It’s okay.” She slid her hands to rest against his pounding chest. “I’ll hold you together, just like you hold me. I swear.” She pressed butterfly kisses to his chin, along his jaw. “I won’t disappoint you, I promise. Because I need you, too.” She swallowed hard. “Not for survival. Not for protection, but because of who are you. How you make me feel. As if I matter. As if I can do anything. As if I’m truly alive. And I love you for that, Caine. I do….”
Before she could even finish, his mouth was on hers again. Fierce. Wild. Desperate. His big hands glided over every inch of her. Touching her exactly as she loved to be touched. Until she was writhing against him. Until they were both naked and slick and ready. Until her legs were wrapped around his hips and she was whispering in his ear for him to take her. Her nipples tight. Her pussy wet and aching.
“We need a bed,” he grouched. “I want this to be perfect.”
She nipped at his jaw in warning. “I don’t care where we are as long you’re inside me in the next ten seconds.”
His eyes crinkled as his lips turned upward. “So demanding.” He laid her down on top of their clothing. The feel of him, hard and thick and ready at her entrance, made her moan. “We’ll do perfect next time.”
She lifted her hips to give him better access. “Don’t you know by now? It’s always perfect when I’m with you.”
His smile dropped away, his expression turning so solemn she worried something might be wrong.
“You okay?”
He nodded. “Better than okay.” Bracing his hands by her head, he came inside, slowly, worshipfully, inch by careful inch, until she was filled with him. “I love you so much, Bella.”
Her pulse went crazy, her whole body flushing with white-hot pleasure. “You do?” Her question was whisper soft.
“I do.” He flattened his palms against hers, interlacing their fingers as they had for their first touch. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know nothing has ever felt as right as your hand in mine.”
She was lost. Lost to the beauty of his words. Lost to the wonder of their connection. Lost to the exquisite, erotic bliss of him sliding in and out while their palms stayed sealed tight and every one of his fears and his shadows, his hopes and his needs, played across his face for her to see.
“Caine.” She whispered his name, her legs wrapping around his waist, bringing them even closer.
“Bella.” His mouth found hers, his gaze and hands her only anchor as a maelstrom of pleasure, fiercer than any dust storm, swirled through her, tightening her muscles and bowing her back as he drove deep, raw pleasure lashing at her.
Until his hips were moving at a fierce rate and she was moaning in his ear and their slick bodies writhed in tandem and they soared together over the edge, giving each other everything and anything—just as she’d promised so long ago.