Caine’s jaw flexed. “I’m glad you at least came home.”
I wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt me. “Yes. I prefer a quick fuck and then to come home and sleep in my own bed.”
He spoke between gritted teeth. “Let’s go upstairs and talk, Rachel. I don’t want to have this conversation in the lobby of your building.”
“What conversation? I get it, Caine. You’re not interested. Well, your dick might be, but you’re not.”
He glared at me. “Five minutes. Can we please go upstairs and talk like adults?”
I glared right back. “Fine.”
The air crackled in the small elevator as we rode up to the third floor. I sensed Caine’s eyes on me, but refused to look anywhere but forward. When the elevator dinged on level three, it was reminiscent of a bell to start the next round of boxing. Round nine, coming up.
My apartment was small, but it suddenly felt like a shoebox. I dropped my purse in the kitchen and was about to relieve my throbbing feet from their torturous high heels when I thought better of it. I needed to stand taller, as close to eye to eye as I could come with Caine.
The tension grew each second as neither of us uttered a word. Finally, it was Caine who cracked under the pressure.
“I didn’t want you to make a mistake you’d regret because of the way we left things. But since I’m too late, maybe I should go.”
“You’re such an asshole!” I shouted.
Caine glared at me. His jaw was clenched so tight, I thought it possible he might crack a tooth. Seeing him pissed off made me feel stronger, fueled me. I was like a drug addict, and each burst of his anger was my fix. I wanted more.
“The world does not revolve around you. There are plenty of reasons to sleep with Davis that have nothing to do with you being an asshole. Let’s see…” I counted with my fingers. “One, he’s honest with himself. He doesn’t make up excuses to avoid the truth. Two, he admits when he’s wrong. Like tonight when he told me how much he misses me and wants me back.”
Caine’s nostrils were flaring, so I thought I’d help the explosion along.
“Three, he’s good in bed. Attentive and generous. You know, now that I think about it, there’s probably a relationship between being honest with yourself and your feelings and being a good fuck.”
Caine stood still, though I caught his fist clenching and unclenching by his side as he maintained control. The man was so frustrating and unbreakable. Infuriated, I went toward the kitchen to get something to drink. When he didn’t move out of my way, I brushed past him intentionally.
“Move, asshole.”
My breath caught as he grabbed my elbow from behind and spun me around. “You think honesty and being a good fuck go hand in hand? Here’s one that will cement you being right in calling me an asshole. You’re standing here telling me how you fucked another man, and all I can think about is how much would you hate me tomorrow if I showed you what it was like to be really fucked. Not nicely fucked. Pushed up against the wall and fucked while I suck on your skin hard enough to leave marks—so the next time you take your clothes off to get back at me, the asshole knows I’ve been there.”
Caine used his grip on my elbow to pull me against his chest. We were eye to eye.
My voice shook when I spoke. “I didn’t sleep with Davis to get back at you.”
“Then why did you fuck him, Rachel?”
This was a moment of truth. Keeping my eyes on his, I swallowed my pride and whispered, “I didn’t sleep with him. I just said that to piss you off.”
His eyes darkened to almost black. We stared at each other for a long time, letting everything sink in, and then his grip on me released. At first, I thought he was rejecting me again. Then I saw his hand at his belt buckle.
“Turn around. Bend over, and put your hands against the wall.”
I looked at him in question, too at a loss for words to make a sound.
He lifted his chin toward the wall a few feet behind me. “The wall.” His buckle unfastened, he tugged his belt, and it made a sharp whooshing sound as he pulled it through all of the loops in one smooth motion. “Hold on tight.”
It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as I turned and walked to the wall. I could see myself bending and splaying my fingers wide as if I were floating somewhere above, watching it all unfold in slow motion. I felt the warmth of Caine’s body behind me before he spoke.
“This little dress…” The fabric barely covered my ass in this position, but he lifted the skirt until it was up over my bent waist, exposing my entire ass. “You wanted to taunt me with this little fucking dress, didn’t you?”
I didn’t think he actually expected an answer—wasn’t sure I was capable of one either. But I was wrong.
“Didn’t you? Say it. Tell me you wanted to taunt me.”
I nodded. “Yes. I wore it for you.”
His hand connected with my ass with a loud smack. He’d slapped me. Hard.
“That’s for being evil when I was trying to be so good.”
Oh, God. I felt a surge of wetness between my legs and gasped. He leaned over, covering my body with his, and pushed my hair to one side to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel his arousal at my ass, even through the jeans he still wore. His hot breath sent a shiver through my body.
“You liked that, didn’t you? I’ll remember that.”
Then suddenly he straightened, and cool air hit my body. His fingers slipped under my G-string, and he dragged it down my legs until he was kneeling with the material at my feet. “Spread wider.”
He dipped down and came up with his mouth directly between my legs. I whimpered and hoped my knees didn’t give way as he buried his entire face in my pussy. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate and rough. He sucked hard on my clit and lapped at my arousal like I was his last meal and he was starving. I felt my orgasm build faster than it’d ever happened before, and I thought I might not be able to maintain my balance.
“So fucking sweet…” Caine groaned. “So fucking wet for me.” He pushed two fingers inside, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
I moaned. “Caine.”
He pushed in and out. “So fucking tight.”
“Caine.” My cries grew desperate. “God, Caine.”