When Caine pulls away, my first thought is I did something wrong.
But when I look at him, at how hard he still is and how his breathing's heavy and charged, I realize… I didn't.
Though I'm still not sure why he stopped.
"Why did you stop?"
Way to sound desperate, Grace.
"You needed me to…?"
The arrogant Lycan in front of me sounds strangely unsure of himself, and I shake my head. "I didn't."
He draws in a deep breath and rubs his hands over his face, then through his hair. "You should."
"But I don't."
The place between my legs is wet and aching, water dripping down my thighs, and it's awkward to still stand here without him… touching me.
I'm not entirely certain what to do, actually.
Caine groans.
"We're going too far," he warns.
My eyebrows pull together. "I told you, the energy transfer isn't… much."
It's there, but it's nothing like it is when our skin touches.
