I kissed him back.

The truth was, even when he pissed me off I wanted him.

And that made me even angrier.

My emotions fed into the kiss as I wound my arms around his neck and curled my fingers into his hair. Our tongues stroked in desperation as Caine felt the heat of my anger and caught fire.

His thumbs brushed against my cheeks, seeming to swipe invisible tear tracks away.

I pushed at his jacket and he dropped his arms so he could shrug out of it. We didn’t break the kiss, our mouths pulling at each other’s.

Caine started moving me back in the direction of the bed and our lips didn’t part until he lifted me and then dropped me on my back across the middle of the mattress.

I stared up at him, panting, my whole body aflame. He kept me trapped in his gaze as he unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt.

How could it be that a moment ago I was ready to walk away from this man for good, and now all I could think about was getting him inside me? “This is insane,” I whispered. “What are we doing?”

He tugged off his shirt and threw it behind him. He then immediately sought out the side zipper on my dress. “Taking what we both want.” He tugged the zipper down and I shivered.

“It doesn’t matter that I’m drunk?”

Caine smirked and took hold of the hem of my dress. Slowly he pushed it up past my thighs, up over my stomach, my breasts, and I raised my arms above my head so he could pull it off. His eyes devoured me, raking me over as I lay under him in my black lace bra and panties.

My gaze dropped to the thick arousal stretching the fabric of his pants.

When I looked up our eyes met.

“A minute ago you were just buzzed, not drunk,” he reminded me, amusement lacing the words.

I raised an eyebrow. “Buzzed or drunk, a gentleman wouldn’t take advantage.”

“Well, you’re in luck.” He grazed his knuckles over my stomach, his eyes following his fingers as they trailed along the edge of my underwear. My stomach rippled and his gaze went black with heat. “We both know I’m no gentleman.”

My nipples peaked against my bra at the dark arousal in his voice. “I thought I was out of your system.”

His hand flattened on my stomach and he smoothed it upward slowly, heading between my breasts. “And we both know that was a lie.” He unclipped the front clasp on my bra and eased it off.

The cool air rushed over my breasts and they swelled under his perusal. My breath hitched as he stroked them softly, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. Caine held my gaze as he gently, slowly, torturously teased my breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I think I stopped breathing.

“I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.” He leaned over, his erection pushing insistently against my belly, and his lips whispered over mine, “It’s like heaven inside you.” His features were taut as he squeezed my breasts. “I almost want to punish you a little for making me feel like this.”

I sucked in air as I fought for some equilibrium. “And here I thought a woman couldn’t lead you around by your dick,” I attempted to tease him, but my words were hoarse with need.

He slid his body down, pushing my thighs open, and thrust his cock against me. I groaned, feeling a flush of heat move up my stomach from between my legs. “No woman can,” he maintained. “But you certainly have a habit of making me feel like a teenage boy peeping into the girls’ locker room.”

I chuckled throatily and Caine grinned. He nudged against me again. “I like that.”

“Like what?”

In answer he kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his back, trying to draw him closer. His lips moved down my chin, trailing in soft caresses along my throat and breasts. As much as I wanted his mouth all over me, I was desperate to explore him. I’d wanted to touch and kiss every inch of Caine for a long time, but since I walked in on him in nothing but that towel earlier in the week, I’d dreamt about having him at my mercy.

I pushed up, throwing all my weight behind the maneuver, and flipped him on his back.

He gazed up at me, eyebrows drawn together.

I straddled him, rubbing against his hard-on while I trailed my fingers lightly down his abs. His stomach tightened under my touch, and there was an answering throb between my legs. At least with sex we were equally in each other’s power. It evened the playing field, and I had to admit I got off on that. “You had your turn last time. Now it’s mine.”

Caine’s eyes glittered and he clasped my hips in his hands. “Have at it, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

I liked that.

I kissed him, wet and deep, as I pumped my hips against his erection. He tried to take over the kiss, his fist tightening in my hair, but I broke away from his lips and started kissing my way down his throat.

I nuzzled against him, inhaling the smell of his cologne that I loved so much.

While my lips journeyed down his chest, his hands were stroking me—caressing my back, my breasts, my sides, my stomach, and coasting down to cup and stroke my ass.

I licked his nipple and felt his cock jerk against my stomach.

Hiding my triumphant smile, I licked and caressed him. As I felt his patience strain, my mouth continued on its downward path, tasting every inch of his sculpted stomach.

I pulled back to unbutton his pants.

Caine’s every muscle was taut as I shuffled off the bed to yank his pants down. I stood, taking a moment to drink him in in his designer boxer briefs.

He looked like a brooding, sex-starved underwear model sprawled across my bed.

My nipples tightened.

“Fuck,” Caine whispered, staring up at me with something akin to awe on his face.

He didn’t have to say anything. His eyes said it all.

He had a way of making me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

Before I could make my next move, Caine hooked his fingers into his boxer briefs and pushed them down, his erection springing out.

I took over, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor. Panting now, I crawled back onto the bed, and over his body, coming to a stop at his cock.

Without a word I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.

His exultant groan echoed around the room.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his hard-on and fisted him while I sucked. I found my rhythm quickly, growing more and more turned on as Caine’s pleasure intensified. His chest heaved, his thighs taut as his hips pumped upward, thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth and fist.

“Lexie,” he gasped, and I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for my own relief. “Stop.”

His fingers brushed my arm.

“Lexie.”

But I couldn’t. I wanted him to lose control completely. I needed him to.

Suddenly I was jerked up and over him so I was straddling him.

“You had your turn,” he growled, dipping his fingers beneath my panties. His eyes flashed. “So wet.”

I pressed down on his fingers as they slid easily inside my slick heat. “I get off on making you lose that tight control of yours,” I admitted, my words soft.

“Is that right?” He increased the strokes of his fingers inside me, pushing me toward climax.

I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t take him long to get me there.

“Works both ways … I’ll make you lose control first.”

I dislodged his fingers and pushed my panties down, leaning on my side so I could slip them down my legs. Once they were gone, I straddled him again and wrapped my hands around his cock, bringing it to my center. “I accept that challenge,” I gasped as I eased him inside me. My head fell back, my eyes closing as I savored the feel of him filling me.

He grabbed my hips, his fingers biting into my skin, and my eyes flew open at his touch. Our gazes held as I began to ride him.

My entire focus was on him, on us, on our pleasure. There was nothing else but his eyes staring into mine, the feel of his heated skin under my hands, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me up and down him, the sounds of my pants, his groans, the smell of sex in the air …

The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me and there was nothing on my mind but chasing ecstasy. My rhythm changed and I slammed down harder.

“Lexie,” Caine gasped, his grip almost bruising now. “Fuck, Lexie.”

“Yes, yes, yes, ye—”

The breath rushed out of me as I found myself unceremoniously flipped onto my back. Caine pinned my hands at the sides of my head and pulled out of me.

“What are you doing?” I moaned in frustration, pressing my thighs against his hips in hopes of drawing him back to me.

He brushed his mouth over mine, flicking his tongue teasingly against my lips. He pressed sweet kisses along my jaw to my ear and whispered, “Just reminding you who’s boss.”

My frustration transformed to indignation and I tried to pull my hands loose. “Are you kidding me?”

His body shook against mine and when he raised his head I saw he was laughing.

I narrowed my eyes and unsuccessfully attempted to loosen his hold on my hands. “You really are a control freak.”

“It’s all part of my charm.” He kissed me, this time trying to push inside, but I clamped my lips closed, furious with him. Apparently I didn’t appreciate the burn of an unfulfilled climax. “Lexie,” he murmured, his tone coaxing, “open your mouth.”

I shook my head adamantly.

Caine smiled and pulled back. “You really are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.” He moved his hips, bringing his erection back against my wet center. I sucked in a gasp of pleasure. “It makes me want to tame you with no hope of success.”

That penetrated and I found myself smirking. “You like me stubborn, huh?”

He released one of my hands so he could cup me between my legs. I moaned as his thumb pressed down on my swollen clit. “I wouldn’t have you any other way, Alexa Holland.”

I gasped at his use of my surname, the blatant acknowledgment of who I was. The sound of my shock was swallowed in his deep, passionate kiss that told me he no longer cared who my family was. He wanted me.

Me.

I curled my fingers in his hair, kissing him back with everything I had, but as his thumb continued to circle my clit I could only focus on the pleasure building in my core. Caine took over the kiss while I sighed and panted and murmured his name into his mouth as my hips pushed up against his touch.

My fingers tightened in his hair. “Caine,” I gasped, and my thighs trembled.

One more press.

His thumb slicked over me and took me right over the edge.

As my whole body was taken over by the powerful orgasm, Caine took my free hand and pinned it again. I cried out as he slammed inside me, my inner muscles clamping around him while he thrust deep.

“Lexie,” he groaned, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

I echoed that satisfaction, my body feeling fluid and languorous beneath his as he moved inside me. He pumped harder into me, his fingers lacing with mine and holding me down so I was completely at his mercy. To my amazement I began to feel pressure growing inside me again, a burn of pleasure-pain.

I moved my hips against his thrusts and set him ablaze.

He let go of my hands and got onto his knees, gripping my thighs, opening them wider. And then he pounded into me. I could feel his cock kissing my womb.

“Take me, Lexie,” he growled, his words guttural, broken.

I could do nothing but that.

And it was incredible to watch as his pumping hips stuttered, the muscles in his neck corded, and his teeth gritted. His climax tore through him.

“Christ.” His chest heaved and he let go of his bruising grip on my thighs to collapse over me. His body melted against mine as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck.

Our chests moved against each other’s as we tried to catch our breath, and Caine’s warm hand coasted down my left side and then curled around the back of my thigh. He gently pulled on it and I understood what he was asking for.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his back and held him to me for a long while.