Kane isn’t just big, he’s rows and rows of muscle, covered with a dusting of dark hair that leads down to the gigantic prize below his belt buckle.
“Got me rock hard,” he rumbles. “Put your hands on me before I die.”
“Yes, sir.” I breathe, and he closes his eyes with a curse.
“God help me. It’s all I can do not to throw you down and slake this dangerous hunger.”
“I like that I make you like this.” It’s empowering to know I turn Kane into an animal. “Let’s see what happens when I do this…”
There’s a pulse of energy coming through my fingertips as I drag a fingertip inside the waist of his pants. It feels like a big move to me.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah.” Breath hisses out through his teeth as I explore that warm, taut skin, my mouth going dry, my vagina growing wetter.
Warmth rises, blanketing my face. My eyes mist with desire. Awe. That’s what this is.
“You should see yourself, sweetheart. You’re sexy as fuck right now, all glassy-eyed, blushing, and locked around my waist.”
“Well, I feel sexy. But I still don’t know what to do.”
He chuckles, the warm sound tickling my heart. “What do you want to do?”
“Lick you.”
NINE
Kane
Two words turn my world upside down. Nothing is going as planned.
I wasn’t going to do this. Just this morning, I swore I was going to keep Eagle at arm’s distance.
I was NOT going to take her virginity.
Even when I was talking to my sister, I was still trying to convince myself that this is WRONG. So fucking wrong.
But Eagle’s innocent curiosity—her visible arousal—is more than I can take. I’m strong. I’m not a robot.
Fuck. I’m probably already going to hell anyway.
Scooping Eagle off the counter, I kiss her like my body demands. Thoroughly. Deeper. Letting her know that I’m more than okay with her licking me. I fucking need it like I need food and water for sustenance.
No, now she is my sustenance.
“Taking you to bed, sweetheart, where we can take things nice and slow.”
She whimpers into my mouth, her supple thighs tightening on my waist. Making the madness even worse.
This is unknown territory for me. She might be the virgin, but I’m learning that sex before was… nothing.
When I walk into the small living-room-bedroom combo, I stumble to a stop. Goddamned single bed. I need room to work.
“Hang on, babe.”
I lean over, clutching her to me as I drag the mattress, bedding and all, off the bed onto the floor, positioning it by the fireplace. “That’s better.”
Sweet laughter fills the tiny gap between us when I flip back the blanket and lay her down.
“Is the single bed too small for you?”
