Caine takes it and releases me gently, but keeps an arm around me, shielding me from the crowd's stares.His eyes search mine intensely, like he can't quite believe I'm real.
He leans down, his breath warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "God, I've missed you so much. Let's get out of here."
His voice is rough with emotion, and I nod, not trusting myself to speak. My heart pounds as he takes my hand, leading me through the curious crowd toward the exit.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
I follow Caine into the elevator, my legs still shaky. The resulting adrenaline from his public display is still coursing through my whole body. I smooth down my hair with trembling hands, trying to regain some composure.
"Where are we going?" I ask, though my voice comes out breathier than intended. I am so freaking turned on, I can't walk straight.
He hits the button for the twentieth floor, then turns to me with that playful smile—the one that makes my stomach flip every single time. "Where do you think?"
The elevator doors slide shut, sealing us into this mirrored box, and suddenly we're completely alone. The silence stretches between us, heavy with two months of separation and longing. Our reflection stares back at mefrom every angle—flushed cheeks, wild hair, eyes dark with want.
God, the sight of it is such a turn-on, I'm raring to go right here, right now. I'm tempted to hit the STOP button.
Before I can even think of doing that, his hands frame my face as he backs me against the cool mirrored wall. His warm body presses against mine, and I melt instantly, becoming liquid under his touch.
The sight of us in the reflection—his broad shoulders caging me in, my hands fisting in his shirt—is so hot I nearly whimper.
"Jesus, Jenna." His mouth crashes down on mine again, and I'm insatiable, kissing him back with a desperation that surprises me. My hands roam his chest, reacquainting themselves with every hard plane and angle I've missed so desperately.
He breaks away just enough to speak, his lips brushing against my ear. "I've fucked you against a door, and in the backseat of my car."
The crude words from his mouth send heat straight through me. "I know," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable. "It was so fucking hot."
His eyes darken as he pulls back to look at me. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of having you in a good old-fashioned bed." His voice drops to that slow, hypnotic tone that never fails to undo mecompletely. "You have no idea how I've wanted to take my time with you... to taste every inch of your body, to drive you insane with want, to take it slow."
My knees actually buckle at his words. The promise in his voice, the heat in his eyes—it's everything I've fantasized about during these endless weeks apart.
The elevator dings softly as we reach his floor, but he doesn't move away immediately. Instead, he leans down and captures my lips one more time, kissing me briefly before pulling back with a wicked smile.
"Come on," he whispers.
The bastard is driving me absolutely insane, and he knows it.
But God help me, I love every second of it.
I step into his hotel room behind him, and my breath catches. The space is absolutely stunning—all soft blues and creams, with elegant touches that scream luxury.
A massive king bed dominates the center of the room, flanked by a gorgeous tufted velvet headboard that looks like something from a magazine. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the Atlantic City skyline, but I barely notice the view.
Caine turns to face me, and that playful, wicked look in his eyes makes my pulse race. I know that expression.He has plans for me—deliciously naughty plans that make my body hum with anticipation.
"Stand by the bed," he commands, his voice taking on that authoritative tone that never fails to make me weak in the knees.
There's something about the way he can shift from playful to dominant in an instant that always catches me off guard, leaving me breathless and aching for whatever he has planned.
I move where he's directed, my heart hammering as he takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. His green eyes are dark with desire as they rake over me.
"Undress for me."
The words send heat spiraling through my core. I'm shy—I always am in moments like this—but I'm so turned on I can barely think straight. My body feels warm and heavy, and I can already feel myself getting wet for him.
I slip off my ballerina pumps first, feeling a little uncertain under his intense gaze. The way he's watching me, like he wants to devour me, makes my pussy throb with need. The way his gaze burns into me—dark and possessive, like he’s already imagining every inch of me beneath him—sends a jolt of heat straight between my thighs.
My breath hitches as his eyes trace the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips, the way my fingers tremblejust slightly as I undo the button of my jeans. He doesn’t justlookat me; heconsumesme, like I’m something rare and precious, something he’s been starving for. And that hunger in his stare? It’s intoxicating.
