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He loved Cain that much.
Maybe he loved me that much, too.
My heart was racing; jumbled thoughts were running through my head. I didn't think that I'd ever been this nervous—or excited.
I finished up with the house, and then took some steaks out of the freezer for dinner.
I took a leisurely bath, shaving, waxing and buffing my skin to a healthy glow.
I painted my nails, and selected some sexy new underwear that I had purchased as a Christmas gift to myself. I dressed in a pair of my new skinny jeans and one of the sweaters I’d received from Eli and Cain.
I brushed out my damp hair, blowing it dry and straightening it with my flat iron. Once I had applied a bit of bronzer and eye make-up, I studied my reflection in the mirror.
I knew what was going to happen this evening and for now, I was okay with that, because I knew in my heart, that it was what I wanted and what I needed.
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I was in the kitchen, marinating the steaks and putting a salad together when Cain got home. It was damn near seven o'clock and I could tell that it had been a day for him. He came up behind me and my skin immediately goose-bumped hard.
"I was going to take you out," he said to me softly, his breath warm on the back of my neck. "Today's event was one disaster after another, it seems. I meant to call you before I realized how late it was. Sorry, baby."
"It's fine," I said, not daring to look at him while I continued chopping celery for the salad. "Let's stay in and have a quiet dinner."
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, then I'll be out to help you, I promise."
"No, Cain. You worked today. I've got this, okay?"
He put his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head gently. "I won't be long," he said with a promise in his voice.
I shivered.
Dinner was quiet and intimate. The two glasses of wine I consumed had taken the edge off, and maybe had even served to give me some courage. We needed to deal with the elephant in the room before anything else progressed.
"So, have you talked to Eli today?" I asked, looking up from my plate.
"No," he answered quietly. "I don't expect to hear from him while he's away. He needs this time for himself."
"Cain," I started, but he quickly interrupted.
"It was his idea, Paige. Totally. He wants this for us and if I wasn't absolutely sure of that, I'd be with him at Massanutten right now. Do you understand that?"
"But—"
"It's what he wants, Paige. It's what I want and you fucking know that it's what you want," he said firmly, his eyes now flickering over me with an expression that left no doubt in my mind that he was right.
"What is it that you think I want?" I challenged, because I had to hear it from his lips.
"You want to know what it feels like when my cock is buried deeply inside of you, after my tongue has tasted every fucking bit of you first," he said, huskily. "You want to know that, when I'm inside of you that it's just me and you—and no one else, and that each and every time I thrust my cock into you—that it's for you and you alone, and when I finally come—it's because of you and what you do to me that made that happen—and that it's all yours and only yours."
My God.
My panties were damp because of his words; I felt my tongue sweep across my upper lip as I finally exhaled a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding.
"That's just fucking," I finally said, looking at him and tilting my chin up just a bit.
I saw a glint in his eye as he knew I wanted more.
"Oh yeah," he breathed, sipping his wine. "We're going to fuck for sure. And then we're going to make love, and then maybe fuck again before we finally sleep. Do you have a problem with that?"
