He backed off, fingers deftly playing her like his own private instrument. He watched her face with a mad intensity that got her hotter—jaw clenched, green eyes blazing, every feature concentrated on memorizing her reaction with each slow slide of his fingers.
Finally, ready to explode in frustration, his thumb hesitated over her clit, fingers still inside of her weeping channel. “Sierra.”
She blinked, in a daze, staring back at him.
“Say my name. Tell me who’s going to make you come. Tell me who makes you feel like this.”
She caught something in the demand of his words, dragging her back to that night when she’d insisted on keeping her name a secret. Kane wasn’t allowing her to hide any longer, and his voice throbbed with a need that met hers.
The answer spilled from her lips in a heartfelt plea. “You, Kane. Only you. Always you—please make me come.”
He took her mouth in a savage kiss as his fingers plunged deep. His thumb pressed, rubbed hard, over and over, and then she was falling apart, piece by piece, caught in one of the most intense orgasms.
Her body shook and he pushed her to ride out every second, extending her pleasure. “So beautiful,” he crooned, studying her face. “I can watch you do that all day and never get tired.”
Trembling, she lifted her arms, offering herself up. “I’d happily let you.”
He laughed, nuzzling her neck, moving lower. “And now I want to—fuck!”
With a ferocious roar, he fell off her in a tangle of limbs, twisting around with eyes wide in pain. Sierra shot up and took in the scene before her.
Montgomery had jumped on his back and sunk his claws in. Kane managed to shake him off, and the cat jumped lightly to his feet, hissing in warning as he stared back in shock. “Holy crap—he clawed me! Ah, that hurt!”
“Montgomery!” she yelled, flying up from the couch to go over. “Are you okay, baby? Did you get scared Kane was hurting me? Mommy’s fine, it’s all okay,” she soothed, motioning the cat over. He took up the invite and walked into her arms, allowing her to cuddle him.
Kane’s jaw dropped. “What about me? That psycho could’ve caused permanent damage!”
“I’m sorry, he didn’t mean it, Kane. He was scared and tried to protect me. Are you okay?”
He shook his head, obviously still in shock from the attack. “I’m not sure. I may need a minute to transition from making you come to getting my back slashed by crazy Mo.”
“Montgomery,” she corrected. Guilt reared up. Pressing a kiss to the cat’s head, she patted him gently and eased to her feet. “Let me look. Your shirt probably protected you.”
He blew out an annoyed breath. “Lucky me.”
She pressed her lips together and pulled off his shirt, examining his skin. “You have some scratches but they’re not deep. Let me disinfect them.”
He grunted but allowed her to go into the bathroom and emerge with supplies. She smoothed antibiotic gel over the cuts and carefully bandaged them. “Good as new.”
He turned and gave Montgomery the stink eye. “He did it on purpose.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re mad because he took you by surprise.”
“I’m mad because I could be buried deep inside of you right now.”
Heat flushed her cheeks. “Maybe it was a sign. We got carried away.”
Kane tipped her chin up and studied her face. Then gave a regretful sigh. “Yep, the mood is officially ruined. You’re back in your head.”
“Kane—”
“It’s okay. I understand.” He brushed a kiss across her lips but it was casual and an obvious goodbye. “I’ll call later.”
She nodded. He got dressed and headed to the door. “We’re not done, Mo. Not by a longshot.”
The cat tilted his head as if considering the words. Then he spun around, twitched his tail in dismissal, and stalked away.
Sierra tamped down on her laugh until Kane was safely gone.
