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Except for Mattie.
Kane stopped thinking, he didn’t allow himself another moment to second-guess, he simply reached out and traced that exquisitely perfect jawline the way he’d been aching to do for days. For all his life.
And he revelled in the feel of her skin, so smooth and soft, beneath the rough pad of his thumb. He wanted her. He couldn’t keep away from her. Even when he knew that they were bad for each other. Even though he understood that there could never be a future.
Because neither of them would be prepared to walk away from the only careers they had ever known. Not even for each other.
But right here, right now, he was staring into those mesmerising blue eyes of hers, which were darker than usual, and glittering at him. And even though logic told him that it was a bad idea, and that nothing had changed since the last time they’d been alone, he didn’t care. It was nonsensical, and reckless, but he felt as though everything was going to be all right as long as the two of them were together.
Because, really, when it came down to it, being apart hadn’t allowed either of them to move on emotionally, had it?
Sliding his hand to cradle the back of her head, he hauled Mattie towards him, revelling in the way that she moved so willingly, pressing her body against his so that heat seared through the layers of clothing that separated them.
A part of him ached to tear them off, but Kane refused to rush. He indulged himself as she tilted her head back for him, allowing him to angle her head just right. He indulged himself as his tongue scraped hers, another shot of desire racing between them. And he indulged himself when she made those soft yet greedy noise
s in the back of her throat.
He had never been able to get enough of those sounds. He wasn’t sure he ever would.
With his free hand he traced the line of her elegant neck, over her shoulders and down her arm, and it didn’t matter that she was clad in the heavy material of her uniform, he could still remember how soft her skin felt.
Kane took his time kissing her. Tasting her. Teasing her. He was a man trained in any number of weapons, but right now those weapons were his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, and he intended to lay waste to Mattie with every one of them.
But it was harder to keep his control than he liked when she began winding her arms around his neck and moving to straddle his lap, making his body tighten. Ache.
‘Did you think you were going to get it all your own way, Kane?’ she growled huskily, hardly helping matters. ‘Perhaps you’re forgetting who is in control here.’
‘You might be in control of this little recce party, ma’am,’ he teased, dragged her lower lip between his teeth. ‘But I’m going to be the one running tonight’s entertainment.’
And then, before she could answer, he dropped his head to nuzzle at her neck. Kissing her, teasing her with his teeth, loving it when she dropped her head back, one of her hands laced through his hair, the other gripping his shoulder.
She tasted so damned good. So damned right. And the moonlight streamed in through the old ruin as if it, too, agreed.
And then he was moving his lips over skin, grazing her neck a little with his teeth as he made his slow, meandering way down to that sensitive hollow by her collarbone. He fought to keep control, to take his time. As if those little needy sounds she was making weren’t driving him insanely wild with need. As if he didn’t actually hurt with the urge to simply slide straight inside her. But not yet.
Not yet.
Slowly, deliberately, as though he was unwrapping a precious gift, Kane reached for the zip of her jacket and slowly began to lower it. The sound was especially loud, and loaded, in the silent night air, and somehow that only seemed to make the air pull tighter with delicious expectation.
Then, finally, he shucked the jacket off Mattie’s shoulders, easing it down her arms and perhaps indulging a little too much in the way it made her straighten up and push her breasts harder against his chest. His mouth teased at her neck as he felt for the hem of her T-shirt and lifted that too, unhurriedly, up and over her head as she lifted her arms in unspoken compliance. And then there was only her pretty, lacy bra, doing little to cover the acres of lush, smooth skin that had haunted his nights for...ever, and that hectic glittering in her spellbinding gaze.
God, she was perfect.
He never seemed to get enough of her.
Kane hooked his finger around the lace of her bra, pulling it down and dipping his head, letting his tongue trace tiny whorls around one proud, taut nipple. Round and round, in more and more intricate patterns, as Mattie—his Mattie—made appreciative noises and arched her back all the more. He ran his hand down her spine, able to feel the fire building up inside her—the same one building inside him—and with every sweep of his tongue he kept on stoking it. Higher, and higher, and higher.
Only when she tunnelled her fingers through his hair, almost as if a part of her was afraid he might stop before she was ready, did he draw one perfect nipple into his mouth and suck. Hard.
Mattie cried out, a low and throaty sound that rumbled right through him, straight to his sex. So tight it was almost painful. Almost.
‘Don’t stop, Kane.’
It was little more than a whisper. A plea into the night. But he had no intention of stopping. He couldn’t have anyway, even if he’d tried. Not when Mattie was encouraging him on with the roll of her hips and every arch of her back. So instead he shifted sides to lavish the same attention on her other breast. To elicit the same heady response.
Just as she’d always done. As though...as though she’d always been his.
The realisation walloped Kane with unexpected force.
