He shakes his head. “No, I think I like arguing with this girl because she dishes it back which means she cares.”
“It sounds like you’re pretty hung up on this woman.”
“Yeah, and you know what’s the worst part? I can’t sleep, I can hardly eat, I’ve lost all my cases, and I can’t get hard. I think it’s causing me to have erectile dysfunction.”
I burst out into laughter. It’s completely over the top and inappropriate for the conversation, but I can’t help it.
“Sorry,” I mouth.
“I hardly think erectile dysfunction is something to laugh about.”
“Yes. You’re completely right. I was… laughing about something else.”
His face remains serious, though the slightest hint of a sparkle is behind his eyes now.
“So, what should I do about my feelings for this woman? I mean, ED is a serious problem and it’s negatively affecting my sex life.”
“Your sex life?” I raise a brow.
“The one that I want to have regularly with her.”
“And does this woman know that you have these feelings for her?”
He nods. “She does now.”
I lean forward and he meets me halfway until my lips are brushing against his in a soft and tender kiss.
“And what do you want, Rhiannon?” He asks me gently when we pull away.
“I want you too, Cain. I feel the same way. I want to give into these feelings between us and date.”
His hands still on my knees, then begin a slow ascent up my thighs, skimming over the leather of my skirt and tracing the curve of my waist. He shifts closer, his touch sliding up past my ribs and to my neck, where one hand moves to cradle the back of my head.
Then he pulls me forward until our lips collide more desperately this time. His kiss is firm and unrelenting. There’s no hesitation, just raw intensity as he pours every bottled-up emotion into the connection.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me onto his lap. My legs wrap around his waist as he stands, holding me effortlessly, and carries me back to his bedroom.
With a careful kneel, he lowers me to the bed, his lips never leaving mine. Only when he starts undressing me does our kiss break. He tugs off my nylons, tears away my shirt, and unzips my skirt, leaving me bare and vulnerable beneath him, spread out like he’s unraveling every part of me.
“I have a condom this time,” he says with a smile before reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulling one out. He tugs them down before climbing back onto the bed, then tears the foil open and rolls it down his thick length.
He pauses, hovering over me. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I… I was scared.”
He smiles, brushes the hair from my face tenderly before kissing my forehead, my cheek, my neck, across my breasts, the corner of my lips before finally kissing me where I want him most.
“I’d wait forever for you.”
And then he’s there—pressing inside me, filling me completely, his thick cock stretching me in a way that feels like coming home. It’s slow, careful, and so damn good like he’s making love to me for the very first time.
My name spills from his lips, mingling with his promises whispered against my skin. Promises of care, of devotion, of all the ways he’ll keep me safe.
“I’ll always look out for you.”
“I’ll always protect you.”
“You’ll never have to wonder where I am or who I’m with.”
