[Invitation to Eden 04.0] Hydrotherapy (8 page)

“I may have left you then, but I’m here now, Jenna. And I’m offering you everything.” Caine dipped his head and feasted on her skin. “I want to give it all back, Jenna. Everything I have, is yours.”

Tension drained from Jenna’s body as Caine slid his wicked tongue over her neck. God, she loved how he felt, how he smelled. Against her better judgment, Jenna closed her eyes and focused on how delicious his tongue felt against her skin, and how his long, hard body pressed up against her own.

He rubbed his hips against her, and she groaned as his hard length slid against her lower abdomen. She had fantasized about this so much times over the past several months. She wanted more, needed more.

He loosened his grip on her wrists, sliding his fingers down over the bare skin of her arms. “Jenna,” he whispered as he kissed a sensitive spot behind her shoulder. “God, Jenna.”

He trailed his fingers along the sides of her breasts, lingering there until they swelled and pressed against her thin bikini top. She gasped as he grabbed her ass—he had always said that he liked her ass—and tugged her against him. She raised her arms as she fell forward into his strength, and wrapped them around his neck.

“That’s it, Jenna. I know you remember.”

God help her, she did. She remembered how good he tasted, like bourbon and sun. She remembered how he smelled—like the beach on a hot summer day. She had loved this man once, loved everything about him. As she relaxed and molded her body against his, memories resurfaced, bringing with them old feelings of lust and childlike innocence.

“Caine,” she whispered as he tugged at her T-shirt. “Please.” Whether she was begging him to stop or keep going, she didn’t know. All Jenna knew was that she hadn’t felt this needy in a long, long time.

Caine leaned back just far enough to pull her shirt over her head. Then he was on her again, his kisses becoming more needy and desperate.

Jenna felt more desperate, too. She slid her hands down over his broad shoulders, memorizing every dip and curve of muscle. “Your turn.”

He let her tug the T-shirt off of him and then he was on her again, kissing her, touching her. One by one, Jenna’s nerve endings were set on fire. He slipped off her bikini top and tossed it to the ground. Before she could react he was there, on her, pressed skin-on-skin. Jenna had never felt anything more wonderful in her life.

“God Jenna, I need you.” He tugged her off the tree and knelt before her. Jenna threaded her fingers in his hair as he tongued her breasts, teasing and stroking them into sharp peaks. Jenna hung on, clinging to his head as desire raced through her veins. As he worked, he shimmied first her shorts, then her bikini bottoms off her body.

“Oh my God,” he whispered as he glanced down between her legs.

“What?”

He looked up at her and grinned. “When did you start shaving?”

“Soon after you left,” she said.

He ran his fingers over her mound, his expression almost reverent. “I thought I felt something different in the exhibit room, but things were happening so fast—”

“Do you like it?” she asked.

He stood and slid his hands around to her ass. “I love it.”

Jenna let out a feminine yip as he lifted her off the ground. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his trim hips as he carried her toward the waterfall.

“What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he kissed her, filling her mouth with his wonderful taste. It had been a long time since Jenna felt so possessed, so thoroughly claimed.

Back at the spa, her job was to dominate the clients who craved a strong woman, but the situation lacked a certain appeal for her. She didn’t want a submissive man, but one who was her equal, one who would fight and fuck just as hard as she.

“Ah,” she let out a cry as he backed her into the jagged rock edge. Pain blasted through her body, then quickly subsided under the warm water. The waterfall was enough to cover the back half of her body, leaving the front free so that she could breathe. Jenna gasped as the cold liquid ran over her skin and stared at Caine with wide eyes.

“I don’t want you getting away.” He chuckled and grasped her wrists once more. “Not this time.” He pinned her wrists above her head and Jenna winced as the rocks bit into her skin. Pain infused with pleasure, creating a heady mix that sent her desire soaring.

This was new. The Caine of St. Lucia would never have used pain during sex. As his mouth descended on hers once more, Jenna realized that she liked this new Caine. She liked him a lot.

She struggled against his firm grip, trying to touch him like he was touching her. Caine’s eyes flared with hunger, and his mouth descended on hers once more.

Jenna fisted her hands and struggled against him, wanting to slide her fingers over his tanned chest and abs. Her efforts were in vain. Caine had no problem holding her immobile as his kiss became more urgent.

“I need you, Jenna,” he whispered as he shifted from her mouth to her jaw. “I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes.” She leaned her head back on the rocks, letting the water tumble over her head. She needed this, needed him. Water had always reminded her of Caine and the time they had shared together. I seemed right that this should happen under a waterfall.

“Condom,” she gasped as she leaned forward.

“I have one.”

“No, use mine. It’s in my pocket.” When he flashed her a questioning glance, she offered a seductive smile. “Trust me.”

He slid his hand into her shorts and Jenna took advantage, grabbing his hair at his nape and pulling him back until he grimaced with pain. “Put it on.”

It was a bold move, one she had used at the Ecstasy Spa many times before. She wondered if Caine would like her new, more dominating side.

He stared at her for a split second, his eyes going wide. Jenna knew this was new to him, but it was a part of her now, as natural as breathing. He might have changed, but she had changed as well. Working at the spa had caused Jenna to shed her shy innocence. She was no longer a timid girl, but a woman who knew what she wanted. She wanted him.

She attacked his mouth, plunging her tongue deep and taking him by surprise. He growled against her and fumbled with the condom. Jenna tilted her head as she ran her tongue along his. Her sense of urgency escalated until she wanted nothing more than to have him inside of her.

He tightened his grip for a split second, then let go of her wrist. Jenna pulled away from his mouth as he struggled to open the package.

“Give it to me.” She would’ve smiled at his shaking hands, if she didn’t feel so needy herself. Jenna quickly opened the wrapper, then rolled the condom down his thick length.

“Ribbed?”

“I wanted to try something new.” She touched his shaft, causing him to gasp.

Caine braced himself against the rock wall behind her, placing his hands in the fall and causing water to splash out around them like a halo.

“Now, Caine,” she whispered as she positioned him at her opening. “I want you now.”

“Yes.” He grabbed her ass, spreading apart her cheeks as he drove himself into her body. Jenna cried out as he filled her, clawing at his back and arms. The ribbed condom heightened the friction, causing long tails of pleasure to whip through her body.

“More,” she whispered.

“I can’t go in any farther.”

She spread her legs apart, relying on his strength to hold her upright. The movement allowed him better access and he inched himself deeper. Jenna groaned and grabbed his hair once more, tugging his head back until he met her gaze. “Harder.”

Before he could respond, she kissed his lips, commanding him to bring her to the point of ecstasy. He tasted good, so good. Jenna started to lose herself in the kiss, then realized he wasn’t moving.

She pulled away from his mouth and sneered. “What are you doing?”

He flashed her a seductive smile. “Waiting for you to finish.”

“To finish?”

“Now that you’re done…” He pressed harder against her hips, shoving her into the rock face. Jenna ground her teeth as the sharp points dug deeper into her lower back.

Caine slid his hands down her legs, causing her skin to tingle. He grabbed her ankles and rested them on his shoulders. Jenna started to slide down the rocks, but he caught her before she moved too far. She groaned as his large hands palmed her ass and spread her cheeks apart once more.

“I can’t reach you.” She wiggled her fingers, showing that she was just out of reach of his torso.

“That’s the idea.” He pulled back, sliding his wonderful cock along her inner walls. “It has been a long time, Jenna,” he said as he pushed forward once more. “And I am going to possess you in every way possible.”

Jenna squirmed, trying once more to gain the upper hand. The position held her immobile however, and she was forced to let Caine do what he wanted. He grinned, sensing her frustration, and squeezed her ass.

“Remember this?” he asked as he slid his finger between her ass cheeks. “Remember how much you loved me taking you from behind?” He toyed with the opening in her backside, running his finger around the edge and stimulating the nerves.

“Oh God.” Jenna reached up behind her and grabbed the rock ledge above her head as he started thrusting once more. It wasn’t long before he developed a steady rhythm, using both his finger and his cock to drive her desire.

“We used to have so much fun together, Jenna,” he said as water splashed down around them. “It could be that way again.”

“Yes.” She dug her nails into the rocks and dipped her head under the fall, desperate to regain some clarity. As she came up for air, he inched the tip of his finger into her ass, causing a bolt of need to race up through her core.

She gasped and turned her head to the side as he quickened the pace. With each thrust of his finger and cock, her muscles tightened with need.

“Oh God, Caine.”

He slid his finger in up to the second knuckle. “You remember,” he said.

“Yes.”
God, yes.
He felt so good, so damn good. Her breasts moved up and down as he thrust into her body, catching droplets of water and pebbling under the spray. He pressed his finger deeper and deeper, sliding it up as far as it could go. It felt good, real good, but Jenna knew that she needed more.

“You asked me why I brought you here, Jenna,” he said as he drove harder, ramming into her body like a piston. Water fell all around them, soaking their hair, bodies and belongings. “It was for this—a lifetime of this.”

He shifted his position, and his cock touched a place deep inside her core. Jenna cried out his name as her orgasm slammed into her body, dragging her over the edge into oblivion. There she hung suspended, as every inch of her filled with bliss. Her mind numbed and her body hummed with pleasure as she felt Caine stiffen, then join her in oblivion.

He cried out her name as he came, not in victory, as some clients from the spa used to do, but as a plea, a promise. Jenna’s muscles softened as he filled her with her passion, and she realized that despite everything, she had never stopped loving him. She probably always will.

As the last tendrils of pleasure faded away, Caine lowered her legs and retreated.

Jenna watched him as she struggled to regain her equilibrium. After he had left her in St. Lucia, she had spent months trying to get her life back in order. It had taken many long months, but she had finally gotten him out of her system. Jenna had taken charge, not only with her life, but with sex. She was firmly in the driver’s seat.

Then, within the span of twenty-four hours, she had given up control.

Jenna had lost herself to Caine and let him lead. It was wonderful, yet scary. The last time that had happened, she had her heart broken. She didn’t want her heart broken a second time.

“This changes nothing,” she said as he took care of the condom.

“Are you kidding me?” He glanced down at her breasts. “It changes everything.”

She crossed her arms to cover her erect nipples. “I’m still mad at you for leaving me.”

“I told you, I didn’t take your money.”

“Then who did?”

He pressed his lips together and tossed her clothes in her general direction.

“You’re avoiding the question,” she said as she caught her bikini top.

“Not avoiding, just thinking.” He avoided her gaze as he put on his shirt.

Yeah, thinking of a line to feed her. She shoved on her clothes and slammed the door to her heart. He had caught her in a weak moment, and while the sex was good (okay, amazing), she wasn’t going to fall back into old patterns.

“Well, you just keep on thinking.”

“What?” He shoved his T-shirt over his chest, hiding the hard, rippling muscles from view.

Jenna bit back a sigh. “Until you decide to tell me the truth about everything—why you took the money, and why you manipulated me into coming here—there will be no more sex.”

“I told you, I didn’t take—what?”

Jenna turned her back to him in dismissal. Let him sit on that one for a while.

“You heard me,” she said over her shoulder. “No early morning dives, no stolen kisses in the exhibit room, and absolutely, positively, no sex.”

“No sex?”

“This is a strictly platonic relationship. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe I have a job to do.”

“You don’t have to work, Jenna.”

“I was brought here to do a job, and by God I’m going to do it.”

Caine stared at her in stunned silence. After a few tense moments, Jenna shook her head, picked up her beach bag, and returned to the castle.

“Fine, take the job.”

She stopped. “You never intended me to work, did you?”

He hesitated before responding. “No.”

“Well, now you have a problem, don’t you?”

When he didn’t respond, she huffed and continued up the path.

“Fine, take the office job.”

“I will.” She heard his footsteps behind her.

“But you report to me,” he complained.

“I report to the Master of the Island.”

“But he’s away. While he’s gone, you’ll report to me.”

“And we’ll associate with each other at work—and only at work.”

He let out a long breath. “Jenna, don’t be ridiculous.”