“Eager, are we, pretty girl?” he taunts with a chuckle, coming in for another kiss, this time slower, as if he’s savoring the feel of our lips sliding over each other.
“Kane…” I moan out between kisses, panting with the need for him to touch me, formore.
One moment we’re against the door, the next he turns us and sits on the bed. My core rests right up against him asI straddle him. His hands are on my waist, then trail up, stopping just short of my breasts that tingle in anticipation.
“I know, baby. I know,” he moans as he keeps trailing his hands up and down my waist, staring at me in reverence. “I know what you want.” His hands drag slowly over my waist, stopping just shy of where I need them most. “But I think we should slow down.”
I sit back with a pout.
He leans in and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, smirking when my breath hitches. “Don’t pout at me. I’m trying to be smart about this.”
His fingers flex against my waist, and the look in his eyes says smart is the last thing he wants to be.
“I don’t see how sex is a bad idea. Even when we couldn’t talk, we were great at it,” I coax, brushing my hand over his dick and giving it a small squeeze. A groan follows as he closes his eyes. I stroke it one more time before he takes my hand in his and holds it behind my back.
“Please, baby. I’m trying to think, and I can’t do that when you’re making the blood go elsewhere,” he groans, barely able to take a breath as a grin breaks across my face. I always loved how easily he responded to me. I felt powerful knowing how little it took to bring this man to his knees for me, and he looksreallyfucking good on his knees.
After a few more breaths, he opens his eyes and smiles at me. “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re not having sex. And don’t pout at me.”
I laugh when he catches my bottom lip between his fingers as I jut it out, kissing it before letting me go and gripping my hips again.
“We’re not having sex because I think we should go slowly. Talk to each other and learn to trust each other again,” he finishes as I slump a bit on top ofhim.
The fire goes out of me as I realize he makes sense. While I think sex with Kane could never be a bad idea, I can see it means a lot to him, so instead of pushing my luck, I start to get up. Only his hands keep me in place on top of him.
“No, don’t get up, I just got you back.” He grins, his fingers digging into me and causing me to chuckle and wrap my arms around him.
I sigh contentedly as I rest my head in the space between his neck and shoulders. I inhale deeply, loving the smell of him mixed with the smell of fresh rain. Sandalwood and rain make my heartbeat calm and my hands twirl in his hair, feeling how the strands have grown in our time apart.
“I missed you,” I profess softly into his chest, not wanting to break the moment but needing to say it—to get it off my chest thateverymoment apart was painful.
I dreamed of this moment and the times when he would wrap me up so tight in his arms nothing else mattered. The outside world couldn’t reach me here—where it was safe and comforting and home.
I feel a featherlight kiss against my hair, and he rests his lips against my head, squeezing me tighter for a moment.
“I missed you too, pretty girl. Every fucking second,” he confesses just as softly, and I let my eyes shut and let myself hold on to this moment, hold on to him.
We stay like this for minutes—maybe hours—until my bladder finally refuses to be ignored, like it always does when I cry hard. I peel myself away from him and stare into his eyes, seeing a lightness I can’t remember the last time I saw.
“I have to go,” I say with a smile, and he laughs as he releases me enough to get off him, his hands skimming my waist as Ipull away.
I turn and make my way to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror: the red, bloodshot eyes, the freckles on my face that somehow stand out more against my chronically pale skin to the the red marks on my neck from his long scruff and a small hickey that makes me laugh.
That territorial man.
When I’m washing my hands, I feel him come up behind me. I slowly lean back and let my ass graze him.
“Just ignore him. He’s always excited when you’re involved,” he chuckles as he slowly kisses my neck.
I turn in his arms. “Or you could let me help with that?” I suggest, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.
A painful groan comes out of him before he finally looks up from my neck, a glare painted on his face. “You’re evil.” He pouts, taking a slow step back and finally letting me follow him out of the room. “As much as I want that, baby girl, tonight has been a lot for both of us. So we are going to sleep together.”
I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Just sleep, get your head out of the gutter.” He laughs, rolling his eyes, and peels back the covers, holding them up and turning to me. “Get in.”
I slide in as I feel a quick smack on the ass. I turn back to him with a faux glare, only to see the most beautiful playful smile on his face.
