But I barely hear what he says; his thumb is stroking over my face, getting closer and closer to my bottom lip. A tremble hits my mouth, making me touch the corner with my tongue.
“God damn.” Kane’s fingers dig into my hair, forcing my head back until we’re eye to eye, inches apart. “Do you know how desperate you make me?”
“No. N-no.”
He leans down until we’re forehead to forehead, his mouth a fraction of an inch from mine, the tease of his exhales making me nearly weep.
“I want things from you, Eagle.”
Surprising myself with how husky my voice is, with words that come from deep inside me, I reply, “I want you.”
A man of action, Kane doesn’t waste one more single breath; he drags his mouth across mine, cursing, “Fuck, I can’t stop myself from kissing you.”
He draws me closer, his other hand nestling against my lower back, the fingers neading into me. This time he opens his mouth against mine, tasting me. Slicking his tongue against mine, making my insides quiver.
Every stroke is deeper, the grip in my hair tightening, the rasp of Kane’s breathing getting faster. Sounds start to come out of me. Whiny little moans, and the more my body makes them, the rougher Kane gets until he tears away from me.
“Oh fuck.” His pupils are gigantic, swallowing the blue of his eyes. “I’m not a good man, sweetheart. We have to stop that right fucking now.”
I climb up to my feet, my hand going to the hem of my shirt. Kane’s staring at me so hard, his hands clenched into two iron fists.
When I draw the material up and over my head, a rush of cool air makes me goosebump all over.
“What,” he rasps, his mouth hinging open as he clutches his chest, “are you doing?”
“I’m going to take a bath, the water’s probably getting cold. But I think you should help me take the rest of my clothes off.”
He sways, his hand going to the gigantic ridge inside his jeans. “You won’t make it to the bath if I touch you.”
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Kane
“Then I’ll just have to stay dirty.”
I shoot to my feet, catching Eagle around the waist, my hungry eyes devouring the sight of her breasts perched in her lace bra. “You like to play dangerous games?”
She presses her lips together, hiding a grin. “I like seeing you out of control.”
I toss her over my shoulder, my free hand gripping her tight ass. “You’re lucky I’m not really out of control, I’d destroy your tight little pussy.”
She squirms in my hold, laughing as I carry her from the small living room to the equally small bathroom where I have no business being. “There’s no way we’ll both fit in that tub.”
“Can we try?”
“If it means I get to be skin to skin with you, I’d fucking try to take a bath in the kitchen sink.” I drop her down, skimming every inch of her along my body. Soft curves making my muscles quake.
“You’re dangerous, woman.”
Flattening her hand against my chest, she hums. “Maybe.”
Then she looks up at me. Goddamn. Eagle’s face arrests my heart. She’s beaming. Her smile dazzling, so fucking bright my brain warps. I’ve never seen her so… happy.
Dragging her roughly up, I take her mouth in a bruising kiss. My hand searching for the waist of her jeans. Fuck, of all nights for her to have on jeans. I tangle with the button, fight the zipper, my hand aching to feel the soft, smooth skin of her stomach.
“Ah, god. Yes,” I breathe against her mouth. “Your skin is like silk.”
Eagle digs her fingers into my shoulders, her stomach quivering below my fingertips.
