Chapter 9 - Turning point

Lilith:

I wrap the towel around my body and step out of the restroom to dress when Cain appears before me. His icy blue eyes sensually traverse across my frame, making my body heat with arousal. “You know, you can knock,” I state firmly, not wanting him to see how he affects me.

Cain stands still before me, his fists closed tightly. Striding forward, I quirk a brow when he doesn’t move out of my way. Biting my lip, I walk around him and stifle a groan when our bodies brush against each other. At the contact, my body feels like I was touched by a livewire. I try not to look at him, but it’s a difficult task because he looks incredibly dapper in his fitted black t-shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders and six-pack abs. It’s remarkable how his black cargo pants mold to his firm arse are like a second skin.

Cain follows my movements with an analytical glint before he answers, “I did knock, but you didn’t answer.”

A shiver works through my body at the sound of his sensual voice. His voice is husky and deep, making me feel like I have tasted the sweetest honey. It affects me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I instantly go still when he walks to me and hands me a satchel. “I brought you some comfortable hiking clothing since we’re going to be traversing through the mountain.”

I take the bag and open it. Inside the bag, there’s a black tank top, a pair of khaki cargo pants and hiking boots. Cain’s chest brushes my shoulder as he leans close and mutters in my ear, “I hope it all fits.”

My breath hitches, and my nipples tighten at his huskily muttered words. Turning slightly, I gaze up into his eyes. He’s at least more than a foot taller than me. Based on what I saw when he and Lucifer faced off, he’s also taller than Lucifer.

As I appraise his handsome visage and luscious lips, I try not to show how affected I am by him. However, it’s difficult when a stray golden curl falls across his perfectly arched brows. I have to tighten my hands around my towel to stop myself from touching him.

Seeing that he’s waiting for an answer, I clear my throat and mutter, “It should fit.”

As soon as he steps back, all of the breath whooshes out of my lips, and the tension leaves my shoulders.

“Then you should dress,” he retorts before he slumps down on my armchair.

I quirk a brow at his gesture.

“What?” he asks.

“Well, what, you git? I can’t just dress in front of you?” I retort in disbelief.

Cain’s lip quirks, his eyes becoming hooded until he's smoldering with sexual intensity. “I mean, I don’t mind, luv.”

I glare and wave my hand toward the front door, “Well, I bloody do. Now, I suggest you get out of my apartment.”

To my surprise, he snaps up from his seat and stalks toward me until we’re standing toe-to-toe. Cain angles his head close to mine and slides his fingers across the curve of my breasts. “I think you forget who is in charge here, luv.”

I bite my lower lip and bat his hand away, which seems to incite something wild in him because he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his chest. Rising to my toes, I place my hands on his shoulders and rumble at the contact, “What are you doing?”

Cain doesn’t answer as he leans closer until his lips are a hairsbreadth from mine. Heart beating wildly inside of my chest, I close my eyes and sigh, “You want me to kiss you,” he whispers against my lips. He licks my lower lips before he pulls slightly back, making me chase him. I don’t hesitate to bite his lower lip and nibble on the soft tissue, making him shiver with pleasure.

With every touch and kiss, my body instantly heats with desire, and my memory shuts down.

I don’t fight it this time. I hungrily moan and pull him close until our lips are fused together. The delicious taste of his lips against mine feels so good. I cling tightly to him, our tongues searching and swirling as we get closer. Cain groans against my lips and slides his hands down my waist, griding his hard cock against me. It’s only when my towel slips off that I snap out of my sensual haze. “We shouldn’t,” I huskily mutter against his lips.

By the disconcerted look on Cain’s face, I can tell that he’s just as disturbed by what we just did as I am. Pulling back, I reach for my towel and cover myself.

Cain releases me without protest and rubs his palms across his jaw with a frustrated sigh, “We should go,” he mutters stonily.

His jaw ticks as he rises from the chair and says, “I’ll meet you outside in ten minutes.”

Once he takes his leave, I slip in the clothes and reprimand myself for losing control.

This attraction that I feel for Cain is beyond foolish. Not only is he here to take me to the Divinity Pantheon, but he has also threatened to hurt my son. No, I have to maintain control of my sexual appetites. I have no other choice if I want to live.