Jenny grinned. “Nothing like going first class.”
Cain grinned back as he closed her door, walked around, and slid in behind the wheel. “A lesson I learned long ago.”
He fired the engine, which purred like the jaguar the car was named for. In minutes, they were back at the hotel, up in Cain’s suite. Jenny took a moment to put her clothes away in the guest room and bath.
“You look gorgeous,” Cain said. Walking up behind her, he slid his arms around her waist, pushed her curls aside, and pressed his mouth against the nape of her neck. Heat slid low in her belly.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Another sexy kiss moistened the exposed skin on her shoulder. “Wanting you.”
Jenny swallowed. “I’ve been too busy to want you.”
His hand slid into the modest scooped neckline of the dress, into her lacy black bra to cup her breast. “How about now?” His fingers rubbed back and forth over her nipple, making it peak, making her stomach melt.
“Now . . . ? Now that’s all I can think about.”
He kept kissing her neck, nipping her earlobe. When she tried to turn around, he held her in place.
“Not yet,” he said. “I’ve got something else in mind for you.”
She could feel his hands roaming over her hips, sliding her black knit dress up around her waist. Jenny trembled.
Cain spotted her black-lace thong and groaned. “Oh, yeah,” he said, pulling her back against him. One of his hands slid over her abdomen, into the top of her thong, and moved lower.
A little sound came from her throat as he stroked her with one hand, while his other hand caressed her breasts. She was hot all over, melting inside, damp and aching for him. His hard length pressed against her, and the heat fanned out, making her tremble.
“Tell me what you want.”
This time she knew the answer. “I want you, Cain. I need you.” It was insane. They were meeting his grandmother in minutes, and all she could think of was having him inside her.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.” He gently bit the nape of her neck. Then he was bending her over the arm of the leather sofa, sliding down her black-thong panties, urging her to step out of them. His zipper buzzed down, and he was nudging her legs apart, touching her, sliding deep inside. Her hunger was so intense a whimper came from her throat.
Cain gripped her hips and started to move, and little ripples of pleasure tore through her. He moved deeper, began to set up a rhythm, and an instant later, her body exploded in climax. Cain didn’t stop, just held her in place and drove into her until she came again, before following her to release.
She was weak and shaky as he pulled her back against him, his arm locked around her waist to hold her up.
“Cain . . .” she whispered.
He eased her dress back into place, turned her into his arms, and kissed her the way she had wanted him to before.
He set her back far enough to look at her, must have read the satisfaction in her face.
“There’s more where that came from,” he said, smiling. “Just let me know.”
Jenny laughed. “We’re getting ready to meet your grandmother. I can’t believe you did that.”
“Believe it,” Cain said, his smile widening. He kissed her one last time. “We’d better put ourselves back together. We’re having supper up here tonight. My grandmother will be here any minute.”
“Oh, my God.” Jenny turned and raced for the bathroom. By the time she returned, Cain was waiting in the living room, his back to her, long legs splayed as he gazed out the windows.
He turned at her approach.
“I just realized . . . we . . . we didn’t use a condom.” She had meant to say it a little more tactfully, but the words just tumbled out.
“That’s right,” Cain said. “Those days are over. I got my test results back, and I’m fine, and I know you haven’t been with a man since your husband. You’re on the pill, right?”
Jenny’s head spun. She frowned. “How did you know all that?” She remembered Nick Faraday, the detective who worked for Cain, and her features tightened. “Never mind. I think I know.”
Cain walked over and drew her into his arms. “We’re in this together, right? I hope you feel the same way.”
