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He rubs in circles, and then his fingers slide down the crease of my ass inward, barely skimming along the lips of my pussy. I’m immediately a hot ball of raw need.
“Kane.”
“Aye, ‘tis only me, Anastasia.” He rubs my thighs down to my knees and up again, his fingers finding my core wetter now. “I feckin love your body’s reaction to my touch.”
“I love it when you touch me,” I admit, my hips instinctively pushing back, wanting more. My nipples are painfully hard against the table, every nerve ending on high alert. I want more of him. I need him.
He slips two fingers inside me and rubs slowly in and out, his thumb gently grazing over my anus, making everything inside me clench.
“A more beautiful woman I’ve never seen, and that’s the truth of it,” he says and leans over to press his lips to my ear. “You drive me bleeding crazy. I want you every minute of every day. You make me mad with longing, and it’s not just your body I’m wanting, but everything. Your happiness and your struggles. Your sassiness.”
My breathing comes in hard gasps. I’m right there, right on the edge of coming apart, when he takes his fingers out and pulls me to the edge of the table so my legs hang off the side and he can enter me from behind.
We both moan in relief when he’s balls-deep. Kane bites the ball of my good shoulder, and then begins a rough rhythm, in and out while still massaging my shoulders and then down to my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I clench around him, already about to lose my grip on this orgasm.
“You’re mine only, Anastasia Montgomery.”
And that’s all it takes to have me falling over the edge into lust and love and romance.
I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he slips out of me, turns me over, and slides right back in, his eyes locked on mine. He pulls my ankles up to rest on his shoulders as he cups my ass, gripping hard as he rides me until he bares his teeth and succumbs to his own climax.
He slips out of me, lifts me into his arms, and carries me into the bathroom.
“Give me one minute,” he says as he sets me on my feet and opens the door to start the shower, letting the water get good and hot before he takes my hand and leads me under the spray.
He tugs me against him and nudges my chin up so he can kiss me soft and slow.
“I’m irreversibly and completely in love with you.” His words are soft but steady. Sure. “Being with you is a special form of magic that I never want to lose.”
“I love you, too.” My fingers brush through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Completely and irreversibly.”
His next kiss is possessive. Elated. Urgent. And here, in this gorgeous place, tucked in an opulent shower, we murmur words of love and promise to each other.
It’s the most important moment of my life.Chapter Seventeen~Kane~I’m on my way to the pub for an evening of chatter with my brothers and sisters and a bowl of stew. Since Maggie’s been working for Keegan more often, she’s started making Mum’s stew for the customers, and I must admit, she’s damn good at it.
So, while Anastasia is at her house tonight, catching up on work, I’ll spend some time with my siblings and ask their opinions on some things.
Just as I park my car, my phone rings, surprising me. I’ve been carrying the damn thing with me more, but I’m still not used to it.
“This is Kane.”
“Hello, Kane, this is Trevor Mullins. I met you last week in Cannon Beach.”
“Yes, I remember who you are, Trevor. What can I do for you?”
“Well, first of all, I have the sculpture you purchased wrapped up, and I’ll be driving it up to Seattle myself tomorrow. I have business up there in my Bellevue gallery, so this is convenient for both of us.”
I grin, thinking of the piece of the girl painting, and the look on Anastasia’s face when she first saw it. She had stars in her eyes, and I knew then and there that she’d have it. The fact that her birthday is in two days is absolutely wonderful timing.
“Perfect, thank you. I’ll be out that way tomorrow and can meet up with you then.”
“I’ll text you when I’m in town. The other reason I was calling is a professional matter. Or, a proposal, if you will.”
I narrow my eyes, intrigued. “Go on.”
“I know you’re a very busy man with the museum and private exhibits already on display all over the world, but I thought I’d give this a try anyway. I recently opened a gallery in Galway, Ireland, and I’ve decided to do something very different with it. I’d like to display works made specifically by Irish artists, similar to my Cannon Beach gallery. Only Oregon artists are on display there.
