“I’m sorry, I’m interrupting your…” Mia paused, swallowing hard as her eyes swept over his body, her fingers itching to reach out and touch him.
“Oh, no – I’m sorry. Come in, I’ll just grab a shirt,” he said quickly, stepping back from the door and heading toward his room. He returned, pulling a shirt over his head, a towel in his hand as he mopped up the sweat on his brow. “I saw you through the window,” he told her.
“You what?” she asked, looking over at it but not fully understanding what he meant.
“That’s why I answered before you knocked,” he explained. “I was on the treadmill, and I saw you through the window.”
“Oh, of course. Thank you,” she smiled, feeling awkward and wishing she had just driven home. Everything in her mind was telling her that being here was a bad idea, she knew virtually nothing about this man and she had just broken up with Eric - on top of that she’d discovered that she was adopted and had a twin. Her emotions were all over the place. This was no time to be pursuing someone.
“Would you like a drink?” he offered.
“Um, I really shouldn’t be here. I think I should go,” she said, turning back towards the door.
“Why did you come?” he called out to her, moving quickly so he was standing in front of her when she turned.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her head spinning as his scent filled her nose, sliding its way around her body like that first sip of alcohol after a long day.
“Don’t leave,” he murmured, hooking his finger beneath her chin and tilting her head up slightly.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she parted her lips expectantly. She could feel her heart thudding heavily in her chest, the anticipation torturing her as her tongue automatically darted out to moisten her lips.
“Keep them open,” he told her in a whisper, waiting until her chocolate irises were connected with his hazel ones before pressing his lips against hers, drinking her in hungrily as she moaned into his mouth, melting against him, maintaining eye contact for as long as she could.
When her eyes finally closed, she sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as his hands slid down her body to cup her buttocks, pulling her against him, pressing his need for her against her hip. Another moan escaped her lips as she pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head and dropping it on the floor as they started to move together in a fervent dance towards his bedroom.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he removed the elastic from her hair, his eyes darkening as he watched it fall from its confines in soft waves before taking her mouth in his.
Dropping together on the bed, Mia landed on top, their mouths working together as their need for each other built. Finally, they broke apart as she slid down his body, trailing kisses across his chest, tasting the saltiness of his workout on her lips.
Cayd reached down and dragged her back up towards him, causing her to squeal in delight as he rolled her onto her back, kissing her neck as he made his way back to her open mouth. His tongue slid against hers as his hands wandered over her body, igniting her skin and increasing her arousal as he delighted in her soft curves.
With one hand, he slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, his fingertips brushing against her nerve endings as they screamed for more of him. He let the soft material fall open, revealing the black lace, half cup bra she was wearing.
“This is very nice,” he murmured kissing his way down her chest as he hooked his finger in the cup of her bra, pulling it aside to expose her breast. He took her nipple in his mouth and bit down gently, causing her to gasp and arch toward him, her body crying to be close to him.
Mia’ fingers found their way into his jet black hair as she held onto him, moaning in pleasure as his tongue swirled and his hands worked, sending bolts of longing between her legs.
Sitting back on his knees, he pulled her up to sitting, sliding the blouse off her shoulders along with the straps of her bra, kissing at the skin as he exposed it.
With a deft movement, he unclipped her bra, discarding it on the floor next to the bed, along with her shirt.
Skin to skin, they lay down together, kissing each other languidly, their fingers exploring the top half of the other’s body, savouring these first moments.
Slowly, he slid his hands down to the waist of her pants and hooked his finger into the waistband, running it along her silken skin.
“Do it,” she whispered, arching her hips and urging him on.
Moaning, he pressed his erection against her side before an animalistic growl escaped his throat and he sat back on his haunches, tearing himself away from her.
“God! You don’t know how much I want this. But it’s too soon. We have to stop,” he groaned, rubbing his palms over his face and through his hair. The pull that emanated between their bodies was taunting him, calling him like a siren that he needed all of his willpower to ignore.
“No, I want this,” Mia breathed, sitting up and resting her hand on his bare chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath her fingers. She took his hand in hers and brought it to her own chest and placed it over her own heart. “Can you feel that?” she whispered. “It’s beating like that for you – I want you.”
Cayd pulled his hand away. “Not yet. You hardly know me,” he mumbled, trying to ignore the way her auburn hair brushed lightly over her full breasts.
Sliding off the bed she stood in front of him and ignoring his protests, removed the last of her clothing, exposing herself fully. “I know enough,” she said stepping closer, placing her hands on his shoulders. “The rest of it we’ll work out. We have to. I need you Cayd.”
An erotic growl rumbled from deep inside his chest as he slid his hands up her outer thighs until they came to rest on her hips, holding her steady.
“If we do this, you’ll be mine Mia. I don’t want this to be some rebound fuck to get your mind off things. This can’t be a one-time fling,” he told her, his voice as smooth as silk as his words bounced around her body, stealing her breath, swelling her need.
“Take me,” she whispered. “I want to be yours.” The throbbing between her legs was too loud to ignore. She was so overwhelmingly attracted to this man that she was willing to commit to anything in that moment, just to feel him inside her.
Cayd’s grip tightened on her hips as he flipped her onto the bed, somehow managing to discard his shorts at the same time. Holding himself over her, he dipped his head and kissed her forcefully, their tongues pushing and sliding as Mia parted her thighs and rocked her hips towards his erection.
“As long as you’re safe - I’m on the pill,” she whispered into his ear.
“I am,” he groaned as he slammed his length inside her.
“Oh yes,” she moaned in his ear as their hips rocked together, his length pushing and pulling at her insides as their hips rocked together. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”
“I think I have an idea,” he panted, taking her mouth with his and exploring the textures in her mouth with his tongue as he thrust in and out of her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Mia planted her heels against his butt, pulling him more forcefully against her. Gripping her to him, Cayd rolled over to his back. Mia barely skipped a beat, falling into an easy rhythm as she rode him.
Cayd’s hand slid between them and his thumb found her clit, already coated in her slick juices.
“You’re so wet Mia,” he growled, begging his body not to explode too soon.
Heat swirled around in Mia’s body as her climax built, growing with their rhythm until she started crying out, so close to exploding.
“Open your eyes Mia,” Cayd panted, watching as her face scrunched up in ecstasy, her brow furrowed and her mouth opened as she whimpered, forcing her eyes to meet his. “I want you here with me,” he murmured, exciting her further as their eyes locked and she saw the intensity in his.
Cayd thrust his hips more forcefully upwards and she burst, calling out to the heavens as she tri
ed desperately to maintain eye contact.
“My name Mia, say my name,” he urged her, continuing to press into her as she spasmed around him.
“Oh god! Cayd!” she called out, moaning and gasping as Cayd shuddered, slowing her movements while she gripped him tightly, milking him of every last drop.
She kept her insides clenched around him, she stilled, before laying her body against his, their mouths finding each other as they rolled to their sides, attached and entwined and completely absorbed.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Cayd handed her his shirt in absence of anything else to catch the semen that was about to spill from between her legs.
“Are you mine as well?” Mia asked as they lay facing one another unabashedly naked, a grin curling up the sides of her mouth as her body still hummed in the afterglow of great sex.
Cayd’s eyes sparkled as he leaned on his elbow, his head on his hand, as he traced his fingers up and down Mia’s side. “We’re each other’s - I don’t want a fling Mia. I need you to be mine, no other men, no casualness. Just you and me, together.”
“Well, that will be easy, I only want you,” she whispered, moving closer to him.
“Good,” he murmured, capturing her mouth in his again. Wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her against him, he grew instantly hard as he slid his hand between her legs, his fingers entering her warm wet folds. “Hmmm,” he moaned upon contact with her silken juices. “Mine,” he whispered in her ear as his fingers plunged inside her, causing her to gasp.
“Mine,” she replied, wrapping her hand around his throbbing erection as she rocked her hips against his hand. Using his index finger, he swirled small circles around her still engorged clit, causing her to whimper, her legs quivering around him.
“Good,” he said again before sliding down her body, and settling his mouth between her thighs eliciting a sigh of pleasure.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“I just realised that I don’t even know how old you are,” Mia asked the next morning as she sat on a stool watching Cayd prepare them both breakfast. The smell of the citrus and ricotta pancakes, that he swore were his speciality, was filling the air, causing her stomach to groan loudly.
“I’m thirty-five,” he stated, briefly looking at her for her reaction before returning his attention to the pan in front of him.
“Wow, you’re twelve years older than I am?” she blurted, surprised that the gap was so large.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, it’s not. I just didn’t expect -”
“Me to be so old,” he finished for her.
Laughing she said, “No. Don’t put words in my mouth. I just didn’t think you were much older than I was.”
“How old did you think I was?” he asked, sliding the pancakes onto a plate and setting it in front of her with a small jug of warm maple syrup.
“Thank you,” she said, picking up the jug and drizzling the sticky brown liquid over her breakfast. “I don’t know, maybe twenty-eight.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Although, now that I think about it, it seems pretty silly. I mean you have your own practice, and I’m sure you worked a bit after your studies were through beforehand. How long did it take to become a fully-fledged psychiatric doctor? Eight years? Logically, you’d have to be in your thirties,” she reasoned.
“I studied for eleven years. I started uni when I was nineteen after taking a year off to travel, and I spend the last few years working for a large multi-disciplined medical practice before I convinced both Cherry and Evelyn to start something on our own.”
“Wow, eleven years of study? Did you enjoy it?”
“I did. I loved it. There was a lot of practical work involved, but I really enjoyed studying. I’ve been thinking about continuing on and doing my Masters actually.”
“Seriously? What would that mean? Would you become an academic or something after that?”
“I’d still practice. But for me it would mean that my research was taken a lot more seriously when I submit to journals.”
“So you want to write papers for publication?”
“Yes, that’s the gist of it,” he said.
“Well, I’m impressed,” she told him, taking a bite of the golden brown slab in front of her. “Oh my god, this is amazing,” she said as the flavours filled her mouth.
“Better than Pancake Parlour right?”
“Definitely,” she agreed, slicing off another bite as he plated up his pancakes and sat down to join her.
“You’re sure the age thing doesn’t bother you?” he asked, nudging her with his elbow.
“I’m sure,” she replied, nudging him back. “Although, I do wonder why someone like you hasn’t found himself someone special already. Have you ever been serious about someone before?”
Cayd smiled as he chewed, sipping his coffee before answering. “No Mia, I haven’t been serious about someone before. To be honest with you, I haven’t found someone I wanted to spend my time with.”
“But you had girlfriends right?”
“Yes, although I wouldn’t call them girlfriends. Girlfriend implies a certain permanency that I don’t enter into with just anyone.”
“So you had a lot of one night stands?”
“No, not quite as tawdry as that – it was more that I had female companions that I would call on from time to time. They understood that our friendship was casual. As you may have already guessed, I’m very upfront with what I expect out of my relationships.”
“What makes you so sure about me then?”
“Mia, there is something very special about our connection. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.”
“Me too,” she smiled as Cayd’s hand drifted over to her thigh, resting lightly against her skin as he ate one handed. Not wanting to break their connection.
They ate in quiet for a while, comfortable in each other’s company. It seemed very natural for them to be around each other. From the moment Mia passed out in his office and he took care of her, it had felt right to have him near, she never once questioned his presence.
“Tell me about your family Cayd. Any brothers or sisters?”
“There’s just me and my father,” he said without elaborating.
“And what does your father do?” she asked, genuinely wanting to find out more about his life.
“Uh, he’s involved in training horses,” he said quickly, getting up from his stool and going to the fridge to grab some orange juice.
“He trains horses? Oh my god! Are you Howard Donnelly’s son?” she asked, her mouth almost falling open with food in it as she realised she was now dating the son of racing royalty.
Setting two glasses in front of her, he briefly met her eyes and nodded. For a moment she wondered why his expression appeared to be so grim. His dad was famous and his family was wealthy – so what? But then she remembered why she knew his family’s name so well.
She didn’t think she was even ten yet, but the news had been reporting heavily on the event at the time. Howard Donnelly’s family had been visited by a tragedy. At the time, his youngest son – who was close to Mia in age; had been accompanying him to work, and somehow he got in the way when a horse bucked and he was struck in the head.
The force was so severe that it killed him instantly. Not more than a couple of weeks later, tragedy struck again when Cayd’s mother committed suicide, unable to bear the loss of her youngest child.
Clapping her hand over her mouth, she reached out and grabbed hold of Cayd’s hand. “Oh Cayd, I’m so sorry! I remember what happened to your family from the news.”
“It’s alright, Mia. It was a long time ago now. I just don’t really talk about who my father is. Everyone seems to remember what happened to Jeremy and my mother.”
“Do you have much to do with your father?” she asked.
“Besides access to his bank account, I don’t really have contact with him. After the funerals, he bec
ame pretty distant. I guess I reminded him of losing them. He just never got over his grief.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.
Shaking his head, Cayd cleared his throat. “Don’t worry about it. As I said, it was a long time ago… Juice?” he asked, holding the bottle up by way of changing the subject.
“Yes please,” Mia said, letting the subject drop. They could discuss lost loved ones and ex-lovers another time. Now was the time to focus on each other.
“You know, I desperately wanted to say yes to you,” Mia told him, causing him to meet her eyes again, a questioning look squinting his features. “When we first met and you asked me out. I wanted to say yes,” Mia admitted
“Well, you kind of did,” he said softly, sliding his hand back over her thigh and caressing her skin.
“Really?”
“Yes, but you caught yourself and let me know you had a boyfriend. Even so, I couldn’t get you off my mind. I’m surprised you didn’t see my jaw drop when Evelyn brought you into my office.”
“I was a bit distressed at the time, but I noticed you – how could I not? You’re beautiful,” she told him, her cheeks colouring as she met his smouldering gaze.
Sliding his hand into her hair, he cupped the side of her head and pulled her towards him, tasting her sweet, maple flavoured mouth with his. “You’re the one who’s beautiful,” he murmured when they parted.
Mia’s head swam as she tried to focus on eating again, her hunger seeming to slip away, being replaced by her want for him.
Clearing his throat, Cayd snapped her out of her haze. “I should be asking what you’re going to do about Natalie,” he started.
Shaking her head gently, Mia lifted her shoulders. “I don’t think I’m going to do anything,” she said.
“You don’t want to get to know her? Find out what her life was like? Confront her? Call her a bitch?”
Mia laughed a little, shaking her head slightly then shrugging her shoulders. “After what she did, I don’t have any desire to get to know her. I just want her to go away.”
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