Free Cain's Law (Cowboys on the Edge Book 3) by Delilah Devlin

don’t have a back brush, you’ll have to do the honors.”
    He let the cloth drop and soaped his hands, then began rubbing her back, working his way downward from her shoulders. When he reached the cute dimples just above her ass, he rinsed his hands and knelt to lick the small thumbprint hollows.
    “What are you doing?” she asked. “The tub floor’s too slippery for any gymnastics.”
    “Shut up,” he said. “Let a man enjoy himself.”
    “Huh.”
    Since she didn’t offer another rebuke, he continued his exploration, palming both cheeks before trailing his tongue up the narrow divide.
    “Stop!” She stiffened and tried to step forward.
    But he encircled her thighs with one arm and licked her again, although now she’d tensed, trying to restrict his access. He slipped a hand between her thighs and pushed upward until his fingers rubbed her folds. “Missed a spot,” he said.
    “Glad you found it.”
    He found her entrance and pushed a finger inside her.
    Her thighs quivered, and she inched apart her feet.
    He added a finger and swirled them, listening for the telltale gasp when he stroked just the right place.
    Her hand slapped the wall for support. “Cain!”
    “Carina!” He kissed her cheek. “How about you get on down here?”
    With the water sluicing from above, she lowered to her knees, then with his hands guiding her, bent forward to place her hands on the bottom of the tub. “We’ll slide all over the place.”
    “It is a problem,” he drawled as he blinked at the falling water. “Let me figure this out.”
    Kneeling behind her, he continued to plunge his fingers inside her, waiting until her back lowered in the middle, raising her ass. Now she didn’t care how much slipping and sliding they might do. He thumbed apart her folds and guided his cock to the mouth of her entrance. Only he wasn’t quite ready to sink inside. At least, not there. “Trust me?”
    “Not when your voice goes all growly like that.”
    He gave a dirty chuckle. Then, while working her with the fingers and thumb of one hand, he traced her divide, moving slowly downward and gently rimming her tiny puckered hole.
    She gave a throaty groan. “I hate you.”
    “No, you don’t. You’re holding your breath. If you really wanted me to stop, you’d be yelling.”
    “Think you know everything?”
    He replaced the finger with his thumb and continued rubbing her tiny hole, then pushed his cock inside her channel slowly, or tried to.
    She bumped backward, wiggling her butt to take more of him inside.
    He let her think that was all he was going to do, pumped slowly in and out while he rubbed and rubbed. When she tossed back her head and bounced against him, he pushed his thumb inside.
    “Cain!”
    Her shout echoed in the bathroom, but he didn’t remove his digit. No, she was squeezing her inner muscles around him, small convulsions massaging his shaft as he thrust.
    “Oh God, that feels so good. Oh fuck,” she whispered, going to her elbows and gasping as he quickened his strokes.
    “That’s it, baby,” he said, rotating his thumb, massaging the rim of her tight little rosette. “Like that, do you?”
    “I hate you. Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, then grew rigid and issued a keening cry.
    Before her orgasm waned, he pulled his thumb free and gripped the notches of her hips to hold her still as he pounded inside her. His little wildcat braced a hand against the wall of the tub and met his thrusts, tilting higher, taking him so deep he touched her cervix. Then he was gone, come spurting deep inside her.
    Spent, he pulled her torso upward to cuddle her back against his belly. She reached behind and draped an arm behind his neck. He smoothed his hands over her belly and breasts, molding her curves, soothing them both until they could breathe evenly again.
    Then she rested the back of her head against his shoulder, and he kissed her temple. “Still hate me?”
    She pinched his thigh. “I know I’ll blush every time you