Okay, now that was hot. But not as hot as his next move. Bending a knee, he crawled over top of me, then placed both hands on either side of my head and held my gaze. Heat enveloped me, and the anticipation of what he would do next sent zaps of electricity along my spine. I could feel my eyelids grow heavy with desire and need, so much need.
Instead of feeling trapped, I felt protected, like any bodyguard worth his weight in gold should feel. When he placed the palm of a hand over my abdomen, I could have wept. He caressed and then rubbed the back of his hand from one side to the other, inching ever lower. “Open your legs for me, Chas.”
Much like the lightning from earlier, he struck. His lips captured mine as his fingers dove between the folds of my pussy. The simultaneous contact as his tongue dipped between my lips and his fingers pushed deeper into my channel, thrusting in and out then swirling and playing with my clit, he’d mastered my body and we’d barely begun.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. Kane removed his fingers, and I whimpered from the loss of his touch, the heat. “Don’t worry. You’re going to like what I do next much better.”
“Promises. Promises.”
“I always keep them. And sometimes add on a little more.” Kane sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. My hips bucked in response.
“Yes, more. Please.”
With another quick shift of his body, Kane was between my thighs, his tongue between my wet folds. He flicked my clit as the first promised orgasm built. Holding back was not an option for me. Bucking my hips, I silently begged for harder, and he swiftlycomplied. “So good,” I gasped. How I even managed to form two words was beyond me.
Kane thrust his tongue as deep inside me as he could, alternating with teasing flicks again on my clit. My toes began to curl, and a light flashed bright behind my eyelids when I crested, rolling my hips and matching his strokes as I fell over the edge and then he added that something more he’d hinted at and feathered his tongue ever so lightly against my engorged clit, triggering another orgasm. “Oh, my…yes, Kane!”
My voice hoarse from screaming, I floated back down and found him watching me, a wicked smile on his handsome face. “I don’t want to assume, but I’m guessing we don’t need a condom, unless….”
“I’m clean, and you?” It was odd to be having this conversation like right now, after not one but two amazing orgasms, but we hadn’t exactly gotten around to it earlier.
“Me too.” Kane leaned up and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You’ll tell me if this hurts, okay?”
Nodding, because again his actions robbed me of any words, I let my gaze fall between our bodies and watched as he slowly entered me. In and out. Each time, just a little further. And each time I grew more desperate for him to go faster. Harder. And then he was seated inside me, fully.
“You good, Chas?” Kane whispered against my ear.
“So damn good. Now move.”
With the deep rumbling I’d come to love, Kane began a rhythm I quickly adapted to. My blood roared in my ears as he pounded over and over, then he reached down and with the pad of his thumb flicked my clit. This orgasm slammed into me fast. He continued stroking me, prolonging my pleasure until he found his own, his body bucking as he spilled into me. My name was on his lips as he held me tight through a few powerful aftershocks.
Not sure how much later, and on the verge of drifting off, I remember hearing someone saying, “I love you.”
NINE
KANE
Waking up with Chassie snuggled up naked against my chest and my dick at full attention made me think, how had it only been four days? Our time together felt longer. We’d barely left the bed since the previous night, leaving only when necessity or hunger pains called.
And how lucky was I? The thought kept running through my head even as the storm had picked up again right before dawn. The weather had kept us locked away from the world, and more importantly, Chassie’s brother.
Everything we talked about from the mundane to sharing of secrets seemed so natural it should have scared me, had me falling back on my typical jackass or meathead routine I pulled out whenever I wanted to scare a woman off who wanted more from me than I wanted to give.
Instead, the connection I felt with Chassie fueled me to keep her with me longer. And always. To give her the real me buried so deep, I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be seen beyond my outward appearance.
And I wanted her with me not only to keep her safe from whoever was sending her threatening texts, but to erase thememory of our first meeting, and show her how much she’s come to mean to me in such a short time.
Was it the mountain air? Something in Pineville’s water system? Whatever it was that made my buddies open their equally stubborn hearts to their now spouses, I wanted more of.
Not only had my childhood trauma but the years serving my country had propelled me into stunt work. Adrenaline I could handle. I’d been forced fed it as I’d listened to my parents scream at each other before my dad died when I was in the first grade. I’d trained for it, lived and breathed it until I’d turned into a junkie.
My entire adult life seemed to be foreplay for what I was living now with Chassie tucked next to me in the bed I’d made with my own hands. Well, with some help from Lars, but it’d been the first piece of furniture I’d ever attempted to craft, and I was damn proud of it. And proud of how Chassie admired it before she even knew I made it.
And now I’d found a woman who I wanted to stay. Needed to stay.
Since Chassie stormed into my life and held up an imaginary mirror in front of me, igniting a desire, a connection so swift, so deep, I felt I was now living in technicolor for the first time in my life.
TEN
