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“No,” I admitted, immensely hating how helpless I sounded.

Cain paused for a beat and I wondered if he was going to stop altogether. Instead, his forehead pressed against mine, and he said, “Then stop pretending.”

I couldn’t have said which of us moved first after that. His mouth found mine again, and my hands worked at the buttons of his shirt with a desperation that would have embarrassed me if I’d had any capacity left for shame.

I got three buttons undone before his hand closed over both of mine, pinning them against his chest. “Clothes stay on,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re joking.”

“No.” His grip tightened slightly “We’re in a car. There are limits even I observe.”

“Since when?”

“Since this ride isn’t that long and I’m not having you in the back of a limousine with your skirt around your waist and your blouse open for anyone who pulls up beside us at a red light.”

The image his words painted made my cheeks burn, but the heat that followed had nothing to do with embarrassment. “The windows are tinted.”

“They’re tinted, not opaque.” His thumb traced a slow circle over my knuckles. “And you deserve better than that.”

He didn’t give me a moment to stew on his last sentence because one of his hands was traveling up my skirt until it almost reached my panties.

“Spread your legs wider for me.”

I obeyed before my brain could catch up with the command. My knees fell apart, and Cain’s hand slid between my thighs and began playing with my pussy through the red lacy pair I settled on this morning.

“You’re wet,” he murmured against my neck.

I should have denied it. Or maybe found some clever retort that put him back in his place. But the truth was undeniable because my body had already decided, and the evidence was right there beneath his fingers. The realization sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Don’t you dare make it sound like a victory,” I managed to get out although my voice was breathy.

“But it is for me, even if it isn’t a shock to find your pussy like this.” His mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear. His fingers finally slipped beneath the edge of my underwear, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from making a sound that would haunt me later.

“You don’t have to be quiet,” he said. “No one can hear us and I want to hear you screaming my name.”

“That’s not why I’m—” The sentence broke apart when his fingers found exactly the right spot. My hips jerked involuntarily, pressing harder against his hand until I was basically riding it.

“Then why? And don’t give me a bullshit answer, little lamb. I know when you’re lying.”

“Because I’m this close to losing the last shred of dignity I have,” I admitted. I was surprised he heard me because my voice was barely above a whisper.

Cain moved his face from where it was buried in my neck so that he could say, “Too late for that.”

His fingers moved in a rhythm that made it impossible to maintain any pretense of control. My body arched off the seat, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of whatever he was willing to give me. The car hit a pothole, jolting us, but neither of us stopped. If anything, the sudden movement pushed his fingers deeper and drew a gasp from my throat that I couldn’t contain.

“Better,” Cain murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to hear you.”

I wanted to deny his request, but I knew I couldn’t. Part of me just wanted to stay in the moment and feel this entire experience with him while the other was fighting every instinctual thought to give him what he craved.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said, somehow reading my mind.

“Occupational hazard.”

“Not right now.” His free hand came up to cup my face, turning me to meet his eyes. “Be here. With me.”

The intensity in his blue eyes made me skip a breath and I swear it forced my brain to stop processing anything but us. His fingers increased the rhythm they found and continued sending me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building and I was more than ready to come down on the other side of it. Having him know how to work my body in such a way was annoying, but also a blessing because I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to find my cum all over his fingers, giving both of us another victory lap. My hands found his shoulders and dug in for the long haul.

“Cain—” His name fell from my lips just before his mouth found mine again, swallowing whatever word or sound I was about to make next. Our kiss deepened as I rode his hand like it was the last thing I would ever do. And then he stopped moving.