could
stop. He just hoped he could last until she came again.
He worked her pussy hard, pistoning into her time and again, focusing on
holding it together. When Thea reached up and started playing with her nipples,
he almost lost it.
His breath shot out of him. “Fuck that’s hot. Don’t stop.”
Tiny flutters started up inside of her, milking him, pushing him ever
closer to the edge. He held it together pretty well until she reached down with
one hand and started playing with her clit.
Suddenly, she arched hard and screamed his name, flying over the top in
wave after wave of bliss, and thank God for that because he was done. He
couldn’t hold back any longer. He tunneled into her fast and furious, riding
her hard until he came with a shout that should have shattered his eardrums. He
continued pumping as he filled the condom with jet after jet of hot come.
With a wrenching groan, he collapsed against the desk, working hard to
catch his breath.
Thea started to reach up but dropped her hand, looking every bit as wrung
out as he felt. “Is the top of my head still intact?”
A laugh burst out of him. “If anyone should be asking that, it’s me,
darlin’. Fuck, I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.”
With her forefinger, she lazily stroked the part of his forearm she could
reach without moving. “Me either.”
“We always were dynamite together.”
She tossed him a worn-out half-grin. “We were at that.”
He grinned back, feeling uncharacteristically mushy but he kept it hidden
from Thea. He knew she wouldn’t appreciate it.
As if reading his mind, she pushed him off with a groan and sat up.
Pulling herself together, she nabbed a few tissues for herself and shoved the
box at him. “That was great but I’ve got to get back to work.”
“I was hoping we could go for a walk. An ice cream would really help cool
us off.”
“Sorry, break time’s over for me. We’re short-staffed so I have to work
the bar.”
“Then I’ll stay and help.”
“Thanks, but that’s not necessary.”
“It’s not a problem. I’m happy to stay and help out.”
In the process of buttoning up her dress, she jerked to a halt. Anger, or
something close to it, flashed in her eyes as she speared him with a look. “I
can handle things on my own just fine, Cain. I don’t need your help, and
I don’t need you.”
With that, she turned on her heel and left, leaving him stunned by the
abrupt about face.
Cain struggled to absorb what had just happened. Not easy since he was
still trying to catch his breath after the best sex he’d had since the last
time he’d been with her. He suspected he’d still be reeling from it days from
now.
One thing was for sure, she’d just put him in his place with a resounding
thud. God knew he had it coming, but wow. Once again, she’d blown his mind.
Way to keep it all about sex, Thea.
But one other thing was also clear—nothing had changed for him as far as
Thea was concerned. And he’d do whatever he had to to win her back.
Chapter Seven
A few hours later Thea was convinced she was going to lose her mind.
It was a Saturday night, she was short-staffed, and the bar was even
busier than normal.
Of all the nights for her bartender to call in sick, this was the worst. Naturally,
none of her backups could come in and help either.
A petite waitress came over to pick up her order. “The natives are
getting restless.”
She’d noticed. “I’m sorry, Suz. Just do your best to keep them happy.”
“Will do. But I can’t make any promises. A couple of them are getting
nasty.”
“I know. I’ll try to hurry.”
Suzie sped off with her order.
“I can help.”
Thea spun around. How long had Cain been standing there? She hadn’t even
seen him come in. “I told you before. I can handle it.” And wasn’t that a
whopper, but she was determined to prove she didn’t need anything from him.
He tossed her an incredulous look. “Come on, it’s Saturday night.