Secret Nights at Nine Oaks by Amy J. Fetzer Page A

bra aside and he savored the feel of her smooth skin beneath his palms.
    When his lips closed over her nipple, she made a little sound and arched into him. He shifted, pulling her onto his lap, then spreading her thighs so she straddled him. She smiled at him and he stripped off her shirt, the bra. His mouth was on her, laving her flesh. He suckled and massaged and she arched back, gripping his shoulder and Cain watched her passion rise, stroked her smooth skin, feeling the weight of her breast so warm in his hands. His fingers trailedlower and he dipped below the waistband of her thin jersey slacks. Her muscles contracted and she straightened, meeting his gaze.
    â€œCan I touch you?”
    Phoebe was incredibly moved by that, the trickle of fear in his voice, that she might turn him away. “I wish you would.”
    His lips quirked, half arrogant half delighted and he shifted his hand, his fingertip stroking her soft center through her panties. Her breath rushed in sharply and she whispered, “More,” then kissed him.
    Cain devoured her sweet mouth as he dipped his hand under the band of her panties and touched her heat. His fingertips slid wetly over her delicate flesh and she shivered in his arms, made a tight little sound and flexed her hips.
    Then he plunged a finger inside her. She inhaled and cupped his face, staring into his eyes as he explored and teased. “Cain, oh Cain.”
    â€œYou have to let me see it. It’s been haunting me for years, Phoebe.” He didn’t give her a choice and withdrew and plunged, feeling vulnerable himself as he touched her, scented her like a stag on the prowl. Her passion was overpowering, her slick body throbbing against his touch and when he circled the delicate pearl of her sex, she thrust hard against him.
    He gave her what she wanted, what he needed tosee, to experience. It was as if this were a little flash of light in a dark tunnel. His own body was hard and ready; it would be so easy to open his trousers and drive into her. He throbbed to do it. To be primal and raw with her. To feel her lush body grasp him, take him. He wanted her so much that when he felt her tensing, he nearly climaxed.
    He plunged and flicked, and stroked, aware of her every quiver, her staggered breath. Wet heat coated him. It was as if he’d known the workings of her body for years and how to pull the sensations from her. She was wild in his arms, flexing in erotic rhythm to his touch.
    And then she found it, capturing his soul as she contracted and shivered in his arms. Her scattered breaths sounded in his ear, and he knew he’d never forget it, never banish this from his mind for it felt as if he were holding daylight. She tensed hard, then collapsed against him, and Cain could only gather her tightly and feel the shudders of her desire fold around his heart and take him prisoner.
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    Phoebe tried to catch her breath, tried to find logic and reason why he wanted to do that to her so badly, then just gave up and accepted it.
    After a long moment, she lifted her head and met his gaze.
    He arched a brow, a bit of arrogant pleasure in his soft smile.
    â€œIs that why you sent everyone away?”
    His smile dropped a little. “No.” He removed his hand, smoothing her spine. “Though the thought had crossed my mind.”
    She smiled widely and bent to kiss him. As if they’d never touched, the fire sparked. Like wind on flames, it grew and Phoebe slipped her hand between them molding his erection pushing against his tailored slacks.
    Cain groaned and held her back. “Phoebe, don’t.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œI’m about to explode and as much as I want to have you, we cannot go further.”
    She blinked. “Excuse me?”
    He didn’t like the anger in her eyes, didn’t want to be the cause of it.
    â€œWas that just satisfying your curiosity? Don’t answer, forget I said that.” She shifted off his lap, snatched