Mad, Bad and Blonde - Cathie Linz [81]
He pumped in and out, in and out, with ever-increasing speed. The friction was erotic and deeply satisfying. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She could only feel. Pressure increasing, building, building. So close, so close . . . there! Yes! Her orgasm consumed her, the spasms like a powerful internal earthquake.
With one final thrust he came, tilting his head back before leaning his forehead against hers.
It took Faith a while to come back to earth, and when she did, she had her feet back on the ground but only for a second as he swept her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom.
“Do you have more condoms in your wallet?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Did you think you’d get lucky tonight? With me or with that gorgeous woman hanging all over you?”
“No. The Marines trained us to always be prepared, which means carrying a condom whether you think you’ll need it or not.” He left to retrieve his wallet and returned to her side to nuzzle her ear with his lips.
“I’m no longer your one-night stand,” Caine said.
“What are you?”
“The man in your bed.”
“And what am I to you?”
“Trouble. The best damn trouble I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
“This isn’t smart.”
“Maybe not,” he said. “But it sure feels good.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I thought I just showed you. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll show you again.”
“I’m not talking about sex.”
He pulled back to stare down at her. “Is that all this is for you? Sex?”
“What is it to you?”
“I asked you first.”
“So what?”
“So you don’t really want to talk any more than I do. I think you’d much rather I did this . . .” He brushed his thumb over her clitoris, sending her flying back into the orgasmic outer limits.
The next afternoon, Faith stood beside her cousin Megan in the enclosed dark area of the Smith Museum of Stained Glass Windows at Navy Pier. “What’s wrong?” Megan said. “You only suggest coming here if you’re upset.”
“I didn’t come here after I was jilted.”
“No, you went to Italy instead. So I guess this is now your second choice stress haven. Unless you plan on returning to Italy in the near future?”
“No.”
Faith slowly made her way to the collection of Tiffany windows, pausing in front of her favorite landscape. The artificial light behind the large panels made them glow like jewels, the way Caine was able to make her glow with an inner throbbing light that was hot and vibrant. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her mind off sex. It wasn’t easy. Caine had left early that morning, kissing her on the cheek and telling her he’d be in touch. “Did you know this is the only stained glass museum in the country?”
“Yes, I know. I’m the one who told you that. What’s wrong with you today?”
That was a complicated question, because not only was Faith still totally distracted by the memory of making love with Caine several times last night, but she also had the disturbing feeling that she was being stalked. “Did you feel like someone was following us?” Faith glanced over her shoulder. The museum was tucked away in the far end of Navy Pier. Most people didn’t even know of its existence.
“Hundreds of people followed us here,” Megan said. “I mean, come on. It’s Navy Pier, one of Chicago’s top tourist destinations, on a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon. Of course the place is packed.”
“I meant on the walk here from my condo.”
“No, I didn’t notice anything. Why?”
Faith shrugged. “It was just a feeling.”
“Do you still have it now?”
“Not as much.”
“If someone really is following you, then maybe wandering around in an out-of-the-way place that’s on the dark side isn’t the best move.”
Faith shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Just my overactive imagination. Besides, I’ve got pepper spray in my bag.”
“What’s got you so jumpy? Did you find something in the case about Caine’s father?”
“I’m discovering things, and none of them make me feel good. Well, one thing did, but it wasn’t about his father’s case. It was about Caine.”
“I saw the way he was eyeing you at the ball last night.”
“I didn’t mean to ignore you