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“But first I need something.” He drops his face into the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. “God you smell so good.”
“Glad you think so.” I lean my head back to give him better access to my neck, his lips sliding across the base. “What was it that you needed?” I ask when he makes no attempt to clarify.
“Babe.” It’s the only thing he says before his hand finds its way into my hair and he’s pulling my mouth back to his.
“I see.” I giggle, getting the bigger picture. “Lucky for you I’m in a giving mood,” I tease, running my tongue along his bottom lip.
“You’re always in a giving mood,” he reminds me, leaning forward to deposit me on the couch, his body coming down to rest on mine as he settles between my legs.
“Only for you,” I point out, gasping when he grinds down against me, a spark of desire lighting fast–the fire instantly spreading through my body.
“That’s my girl.” I feel him smile against my lips.
It doesn’t take long for things to escalate. With Kane I can go from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. One minute we’re kissing, the next we’re ripping off clothes like they’re on fire.
At some point I end up on top of Kane, pressing my weight down against him as I take him deep before pulling back up. I love this position. I love watching his face. The mixture of pleasure and frustration as I bring him to the brink over and over. Watching his expression change when I know he’s close and stopping just before he gets there.
It’s a fun game. One he’s played with me more times than I can count over the last three weeks. It’s about time I get a chance to return the favor. It’s torture. I know it is. But it’s also the sweetest kind. Only problem is, I’m not just torturing him.
“El.” Kane stares up at me, eyes hooded, bottom lip clenched between his teeth.
“What?” I ask innocently, grinding my hips downward in a little circular motion. “I thought you liked this. Delayed gratification is what you called it last time, was it not?”
“You’re pushing your luck, babe,” he warns, narrowing his gaze at me.
“Am I?” I repeat the circular motion again, watching his eyes close for the briefest moment.
The next thing I know I’m on my back and Kane has me pinned beneath him, my arms above my head, his weight pressing me into the cushions.
“Just remember you asked for this.” With that he pulls back and slams into me so hard I move at least six inches up the couch. My hands find the armrest and I flatten my palms against it to hold myself in place just as he rams into me again.
His thrusts are rough, punishing, and while I love every second of it, it makes it clear that he’s been holding back on me.
I lift my hips, welcoming his sweet assault, loving the way the pleasure and pain mix together in a way that has me screaming out my own release within seconds. Kane follows shortly behind, collapsing down on top of me moments later.
“That. Was. Amazing,” I breathe out, trying to slow my heartbeat.
“I’m sorry I was so rough.” He doesn’t move his face from my neck.
“I’m not.”
“Did I hurt you?” He kisses the base of my throat.
“In the best way possible,” I say, placing my hands on both sides of his head and guiding his face upward. “You’ve been holding out on me,” I tell him, watching concern melt into an incredible smile.
“Fuck falling.” He pauses. “I’ve already hit the bottom.”
“Kane.”
“I’m serious, Elara. You’ve got me so fucking tied up I can’t even concentrate at work. All I can think about is you. Coming home to you. Being with you. You’re damn distracting, woman.” He peppers kisses up my jaw.
“The same can be said for you.” I grin, pulling his mouth down to mine.
“I mean it, El.” he mutters against my lips before pulling back, his dark gaze finding mine. “I don’t want to leave,” he admits.
“Neither do I.”
“I don’t want anything to change this thing happening between us.”
“Neither do I,” I repeat.
“Promise me it won’t. Promise me it won’t change.” Looking into his incredible eyes, for the first time I realize that past his tough exterior and intimidating nature, he’s just as scared as I am.
“I promise,” I say, rubbing my nose against his. “I promise,” I repeat, lifting my head to press a soft kiss to his chin. “I promise.” I move my lips to his right cheek and then his left, finally ending up back on his mouth.
“I love you,” he mutters against my lips before once again deepening the kiss.
My heart explodes inside my chest, beating so viciously it’s a wonder I don’t go into cardiac arrest. My hands are shaking when I thread them through his hair and hold him tightly to me, never wanting to lose the feeling that is singing across every inch of my body.
