by Susan Stoker
He shrugged. “Or not. Whatever you want.”
She giggled sardonically.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face, as if there was nothing odd about this conversation at all.
“Seriously? Cain, we met like three hours ago. You don’t waste time, do you?”
“Nope.”
“First you rush me back to your apartment. Correction—penthouse. Then you whisk me to your bedroom. Two seconds later, I’m in your shower. You greet me naked after that. You fuck me until I can’t see straight. And then ask me to move in. Now, we’re already building a family? You missed a step.” Her eyes lit up with mirth.
“What’d I miss?”
“You never asked me to marry you,” she joked.
Except he wasn’t kidding. He cupped her face, sobering. “Thought it might freak you out. But since you brought it up, will you marry me?”
Her eyes shot wide and she slapped playfully at his shoulder. “Cain, stop. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be. I don’t know how they do things in Sistonia, but in the U.S., we usually date for a few months before moving in with each other. If it works out, then we discuss the possibility of marriage. A year after that, we walk down the aisle. And five years later we have kids. You’re on a warp-speed timetable here.”
He smiled. “I know what I want. Why play that long, ridiculous game of cat and mouse for months and years on end?”
She rolled her eyes, grabbing his shoulder with her small hand. “Because that’s how it’s done.”
“Well, my goal is to change your mind before the sun comes up.”
Now she laughed. “Good luck.”
He loved this banter. And the challenge in her eyes was invigorating. He was up to the task. Pointing at the window and then the floor in front of her, he spoke again. “On your hands. I only have about four hours of darkness left to convince you to say yes.”
She lowered back to her hands, but her eyes still sparkled with humor. “And you think if you fuck me ten ways ’til Sunday, I’ll cave to your proposal?”
“Counting on it.” He was only half kidding. He did indeed intend to make her never want to leave him by showing her as many ways he could pleasure her as possible. But he also intended to get into that mind of hers deeper, and show her his. Maybe it was a crazy plan, but he was confident he could pull it off.
She lifted her face toward the window and stared at her expression. “I don’t even know the woman looking back at me.”
He nudged her knees apart and settled between them. “Maybe she was dormant, waiting to come alive?”
“Maybe…” When he grabbed her hips, she smiled at him in the mirror. “Convince me, my prince.”
His heart stopped for a beat, and then he slid his hands up her torso to cup her fantastic tits, making them sway at the contact.
She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Watch me make love to you, Shayla. Watch.”
She blinked into the mirror, her gaze going to his in the glass.
He circled her nipples and then teased the tips before drawing his hands down her belly and reaching between her legs.
She rocked forward when he touched her clit. It was amazing how quickly she could recover from an orgasm and need another one. The glazed look in her eyes said she was as desperate as him, even though she’d just come against the window.
He reached back with one hand and grabbed his cock to align it with her slit and rub himself across the entrance to her pussy. Wetness coated him. Precome leaked from the tip. He gritted his teeth to enjoy the moment. Like her, he could probably orgasm several times and still get hard again as long as she was in the room.
Please, God, let this sweet woman see reason and stay with me.
He didn’t want to date her, court her, woo her, call her, email her, text her, visit her apartment. None of that. He wanted her to move in with him in four hours.
He knew instinctively she felt as intensely about him as he did about her. Had probably felt that way for weeks, just like him. She simply didn’t want to admit it because it wasn’t logical or socially acceptable. But it was there all the same.
All he needed to do was convince her he wasn’t insane.
And then warn her what she was giving up to be with him. There was that too. Her privacy. Her freedom.
He eased one hand back to grab her hip and keep her from swaying forward while he teased her entrance with his cock, and then thrust all the way in as far as he could.
Heaven.
If there were levels of heaven, he was at the top one.
She lowered her head toward the floor, pressing backward into his thrust.
“Watch us fuck, baby,” he demanded. “It’s so smoking hot.”
She met his gaze again. Every time she looked at him, even through the mirror of the glass, another piece of his heart chipped away. She was so damn pure.
He pumped into her several times, holding both her hips steady while watching her face. The connection grew. If they had been another species, they would have bonded or something.
Her mouth widened.
He loved her reaction. It happened every time she got close to coming. He thrust into her again and held himself steady, deep in her warmth, while he reached around with one hand and fingered her clit.
She moaned.
He flicked his middle finger over the swollen flesh.
She rocked backward.
He moved with her.
“It’s…so much deeper this way… I’ve never…”
He smiled. It made his dick harder to know he was the first to take her from behind. He wanted to own all the rest of her firsts, and he figured there were many. She didn’t seem like the type of woman who had a pile of experiences. For one thing, she flushed with nearly everything he introduced.
He grabbed her ass cheek with his free hand, loving the feel of her soft skin in his palm.
She moaned. “Cain…”
Damn, that got him every time. His cock refused to hold back any longer. He plunged a few last times and then came deep inside her. While he shot off, he increased his attention to her clit.
Three seconds behind him, she shouted something unintelligible and stiffened. Her head tipped forward, her gorgeous blonde hair falling around her face to curtain it.
Instead of collapsing to the floor after her orgasm subsided, she pushed off the floor with both hands and lifted onto her knees. Raising her arms in the air, she wrapped them around his neck behind her.
Her expression was sated and happy. Dazed. Smiling. Her tits lifted high on her chest.
His cock was still lodged inside her pussy. He liked it that way.
A red, splotchy flush dotted her chest and cheeks.
He couldn’t keep himself from smoothing his hands up her waist to cup her breasts. They were so fucking gorgeous.
She shuddered when he thumbed her nipples again. The pink tips stiffened to sharp points.
He set his chin on her shoulder and stared at their reflection. “We look fantastic together. Look at us.”
She smiled. “You’re sure no one can see in?”
He chuckled. “Yes. And even if they could, this building is higher than any surrounding building. They’d need binoculars to know what they were looking at.”
“True. Have I mentioned how much I love the view from your bedroom?”
“Have I mentioned how much I’d like you to see it every night?”
She giggled again, the sound vibrating down both their bodies, causing his dick to jump back to attention. “You’re relentless.”
“That’s how I made it in the business world.”
She twisted her head around to see him straight on. “I’m not a business proposition you know?”
“Not even close.” He cupped her face and kissed her lips. “Not by a longshot. Let’s get cleaned up.” He reluctantly eased out of her and then lifted her by the waist t
o stand as he rose to his feet also.
Taking her by the hand, he led her to the attached bathroom. When they arrived, he released her to grab a washcloth and turned on the hot water to dampen it. When he spun around, he found her flattened against the wall, far paler than before, staring down at herself.
“What’s the matter?”
“We didn’t use condoms.”
Fuck. She was right. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d never had sex in his life without suiting up. He ran a hand through his thick hair as he got closer to her. “I’m an idiot. Sorry. I swear I’ve never done that before. I’m clean.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Forget clean. I’m way too young to get pregnant. I’m not even sure I ever want kids. Katelin wants them. It’s all she’s talked about for years, but not me. I’m not sure I’m mom material.”
He reached out for her, cupping the back of her neck with the hand not holding the cloth. “Okay, don’t panic. It’s super unlikely anyway. If by chance you are pregnant, we’ll deal with it. Together. I promise. But try not to let it consume you in the meantime.”
She nodded slightly. “You make it sound so simple.”
“I don’t mean to trivialize it. I’m just saying we can’t fix it right now. It’s my fault, and I’m so sorry.”
She leaned her head against the wall. “It’s as much my fault as yours. You can’t take all the blame. I was there too.”
Letting her dwell on her thoughts for a moment, he kneeled in front of her and cleaned her up with the cloth before it had a chance to get cold.
She let him, setting a hand on his shoulder for balance, but when he dropped the cloth and rose in front of her, he found her beet red and biting her lower lip. “Are you always so thoughtful?”
“Yes.” He cupped her face with both hands and tipped her head back, leaning forward until their bodies touched. “I won’t forget the condom again. I’m sorry, baby.”
She nodded. “I believe you.”
“Will you marry me?”
She giggled. “No.”
He grinned and glanced at his watch. “Three and a half more hours until the sun comes up.”
She shook her head. “You’re so persistent.”
“Don’t you forget it.”
“Don’t you have to be at work or something in a few hours? I mean I know it’s Sunday, but I assume gazillionaires work every day.”
“Nope. I have the morning off. We can sleep in.”
“You have an answer for everything.” She ran her hands up his forearms. “I’m dying of thirst.”
“Me too. I’ll go get us some water.”
She wrapped her hands over his against her face. “Let me do it. I bet I can find the kitchen and the refrigerator.”
“Sounds good. I’ll work on my next convince-Shayla-to-marry-me plot.” He waggled his eyebrows as she rolled her eyes and ducked out of the bathroom. When he followed her into the bedroom, he watched her grab his navy shirt from earlier off the bed and slip her arms into it. She only bothered to slide one button through its hole below her breasts. It hung several inches past her butt, and as she walked toward the door, he thought she looked sexier than ever. Her blonde hair and pale skin in stark contrast to the dark shirt made him almost trip as he crossed the room.
As soon as she was gone, he spun around to figure out what his next offensive would be. He was determined to convince her by morning.
Candles. He would start with ambiance. Rushing around, he grabbed the decorative candles from the top of his dresser, lit them, and set them on the bedside tables. How much time did he have?
He tapped his lips with two fingers as he turned off the lights, shrouding the room in a state of semi-darkness. Not as dark as earlier, but not the bright, squinting light either.
What else would appeal to the woman he wanted to spend his life with?
It wasn’t like he had quick access to roses or chocolates.
And then he had the perfect idea…
Chapter Six
As Shayla headed back down the dark hallway, she noticed Cain had turned the lights off. Water bottle in hand, she was smiling. She felt lighter since she’d coincidentally developed an intense thirst at the same time as Katelin.
After running into her in the kitchen, she now knew her friend was in good hands and perfectly happy. Better than. It would seem Cale was as adamantly into Katelin as Cain was into Shayla. The guys must have been in cahoots with each other from across the bar for the same number of weeks as the women had been.
When she rounded the corner and stepped into the room, Shayla found that her prince had been busy in her absence. She shut the door behind her, took another long sip of water, and then crossed the room and handed him the bottle as if they were an old married couple and she was sure he needed a drink too.
Meanwhile, she scanned the room. Candles. Nice touch. But more interesting was the fact that the comforter had been removed from the bed. There was nothing on the mattress except the bottom fitted sheet.
Now what did he have planned?
He kissed her lips gently, his hand sliding up and down her back. While he worked the single button back through its hole and slid his shirt from her body, he held her gaze. “Lie down on your belly.” His voice was deep again.
“That’s not very creative. We already had sex in that position,” she teased as she climbed onto his high mattress and accepted the pillow he handed her.
He smirked. “We aren’t going to have sex right now.”
She rested her cheek on the pillow, facing him. Still feeling flirty, she pretended to pout. “That’s too bad. You were almost getting to me.”
He chuckled. “I have an even better ploy.”
“Better than making me come over and over while your cock is lodged deep inside me?”
“Yep.”
She lifted her brows as he grabbed a bottle of something from the bedside table and poured it into his palm. Lube? “What makes you think I need any help getting wet?” she continued to joke.
He shook his head. “So many questions.” As he rubbed the oily substance onto both palms, he continued, “If you must know, this is massage oil.”
She jerked her face up a few inches. “Massage oil? Are you serious?”
He paused a moment to look at her. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who hates to have someone touch them.”
Far from it. “Lord no. I’ve only had two massages in my life. Both were gifts from Katelin when she splurged for my birthday, and both were the best hours of my life.”
His smile broadened.
“If you really meant what you said, you’ll earn all sorts of brownie points if you intend to work out the knots in my muscles. I might say yes while I lie here.”
“Perfect.” He set his warm hands on her back and nudged her to lie down. “Relax and enjoy then.”
The moment he started working his hands up her spine, Shayla moaned. He might not have expected her to get aroused so easily from the simple gesture, but what he didn’t know was that she was already halfway to her next orgasm just from the thought of him massaging her body.
Renewed wetness pooled at her entrance, and she gritted her teeth to keep herself from squirming against the mattress in an effort to brush her clit against the sheet.
His hands worked her shoulders for so long she turned into putty. He rubbed one arm and then the other before making his way toward the small of her back and then over her butt.
“Your ass is perfect. I’m going to grow addicted to grabbing it.” He continued to work lower on her thighs. With every mold of his hands to her muscles, his fingers got closer and closer to her pussy.
She also got hornier by default. And he knew it. What she wanted to do was lift her butt up several inches and beg him to finger her.
Instead, she pressed her lips together and her torso tight against the mattress.
Instead of granting her silent wish, he continued down her legs all the way to her feet. Norma
lly she wouldn’t like someone to play with her feet, but Cain had magic hands that worked out every single kink in every little bone.
She molded to the bed like Silly Putty, seemingly switching from a solid to a liquid. And the entire time her arousal grew.
When Cain eased his hands back up her body, she realized he was now straddling her. He gently grabbed her waist and lifted her. “Turn over for me,” he whispered.
She could hardly assist in flipping her body. It had turned to mush. But the minute he had her on her back, she regained some of her muscle tone. He reached for the oil on the nightstand and poured yet another stream of the warming liquid onto his palm.
She watched intently, wondering what was left to massage and too stated to ask. After two rounds of sex, countless orgasms, and the best massage of her life, she was both half asleep and aroused. She could probably come in her sleep if she closed her eyes. A female wet dream.
But Cain had other ideas, and he set his slippery-wet palms on her breasts, molding them with his enormous hands that almost completely covered every inch of skin.
Shayla moaned as her nipples came alive, reaching for more, stiffening to tight peaks.
Cain didn’t stop, however. He continued to massage her breasts, occasionally thumbing her nipples or grasping the distended tips with his fingers.
She closed her eyes, absorbing the way every fiber of her body felt his touch. It wasn’t just her nipples that seemed to have a direct line of communication with her clit, but all the way to her toes and fingers.
She squeezed her legs together, the need to come so close to the surface it seemed she might orgasm from breast stimulation alone. And that embarrassed her. What sort of woman was this easy?
Why did she even care? If she could orgasm from a breast massage, lucky her.
Finally, Cain scooted down her legs, the ones pinned between his knees. He let his oily hands work down her belly. When he reached the V of her legs, he wormed his thumbs into the tight crevice and stroked the muscles on either side of her pussy.
She moaned, unable to keep from reacting strongly to his continued touch. “I need you inside me, Cain.”
“Mmm. Not this time.”
Her eyes widened as she focused on him, wondering if she’d heard him correctly.