The combination of the two made the night inevitable. “You’re beautiful.”
She started, blinking several times.
No . . . no regaining reality. He kissed her hard, pressing deep until she was moaning and kissing him back. Keeping her mouth busy, he cupped her ass and stood. Satisfaction surged through him when she wrapped her legs around his waist in acceptance. Several strides had them around the couch and in his bedroom, where he laid her down. She scooted up on the bed, her gaze on him.
He was so damn tired of planning, so tired of thinking. For just a moment, he wanted to steal some peace. To get out of his head.
The world focused to one small, sexy, dangerous woman.
The hunger in her eyes sparked a primal possessiveness deep within him. “Take off your shirt.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and he fought a groan. “Now.”
Her hands shook when she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and slowly, so damn slowly, tugged the cotton over her head. The saucy smile she gave as the shirt landed on the floor guaranteed she’d teased him on purpose.
He had no doubt his answering smile was predatory. “Be careful who you tease, darlin’.”
She reached up to cup her breasts through a flimsy bra. “Why is that?”
A whisper of sound and he was on her, both hands encircling her wrists. The swift intake of her breath had his dick surging for relief. “Let me show you.” Quick as that, his fangs dropped into her neck.
She cried out, arching against him, an orgasm sweeping through her body.
The taste of wild heather and honey exploded in his mouth. His cock howled in protest. Two swipes of his tongue closed the wound, and he lifted to smile at her bemused face. He nipped her lip and that feminine mouth opened in surprise. Wandering his mouth along the soft skin under her jaw, an overwhelming need to protect almost banished the desire to possess.
Almost.
He licked the soft spot behind her ear, enjoying her sigh of need. Her hands tugged for release, and he tightened his hold. The pulse in her neck increased its pounding in response. He kissed the life-giving vein in approval.
His fangs dropped again, and he cut her bra in two.
“Hey,” she protested, “that’s my only bra here.”
He lifted his head and slashed through the straps. “If you were mine, I’d never allow you to wear a bra.”
She frowned. “Allow—” Then she made a strangled whimper as he flicked one nipple with his tongue. She sucked in a breath to try again, and he flicked the other nipple. She went silent.
Man, she had gorgeous breasts. Full and tipped with strawberry-colored nipples, she tasted like summer and smelled like forever. He swirled his tongue around a nipple, his mind spinning when she arched against him. They had too many clothes on.
Releasing her hands, he removed her jeans and panties in two seconds.
Her nimble fingers went to the buttons on his silk shirt, making quick work of them. He shrugged off the shirt.
“Your pants,” she murmured, dark gaze watching her palms sliding along his chest. A pleased smile lifted her swollen lips.
“What the lady wants . . .” He unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, kicking them with his socks across the room. He traced a hand from her knee to her inner thigh. Toned muscle trembled under his touch. Ignoring her sound of need, he played with her skin, marveling at the softness. When she arched her mound toward him, he bit back a smile and ran his fingers along the other thigh.
Would she taste as good as she had in the cabin? Had his imagination taken control?
She shifted on the bed. “Kane, I . . .”
“What, sweetheart?” He lifted up just enough for his breath to brush her clit. Her very bare clit. He did appreciate a woman who waxed.
Her gasp of breath filled the silent room. “You’re killing me.”
“Not my intention.” He licked smooth skin, and she almost came off the bed. “Now tell me what you want.”
She stilled. “Um, well, what do you want?”
His woman was shy in bed. Interesting . . . and not what he’d accept. “I want you to tell me what you want.” Oh, she was wet and primed. He knew exactly what she wanted—but she’d have to ask. Nicely.
“You’re kind of an asshole in bed,” she moaned.
A sharp slap to her clit had her crying out. Need and intrigue filled the high sound. She liked this. He rose to pin her with a look. “Is that what you wanted?”
“No,” she panted out.
“Then you’d better ask nicely.” Her thighs had dampened even more after the quick slap. Interesting.
“Please put your mouth on me.”
He smiled. “Gladly.” Thank God she’d asked. He couldn’t have held back much longer. He ran his tongue through her slit, nearly humming in appreciation. She tasted even better than he’d remembered. Sweet and slightly salty . . . and all his.
Her breath came out in pants, and her body gyrated on the bed.
“I love your responses,” he murmured against her skin, smiling as her thighs began to tremble harder.
He pressed a finger into her and easily brushed the bundle of nerves that had her whimpering. The sexy sound came from deep in her throat. Gently, way too gently, he pressed a kiss on her mound.
She pushed up against him, and his free hand flattened on her abdomen to keep her in place.
A frustrated hiss came from the woman.
Lowering his head again, he scraped his fangs along her thigh with just enough pressure to still her movements. Then he returned to licking her . . . never in the same place twice.
Her body drew tight in need. “Kane, please . . .”
“Please, what?” He sunk his teeth into her thigh with enough force to leave a small mark.
“I, ah . . .” She sounded almost mindless with want.
Exactly how he wanted her. Needed her. “You want something, sweetheart?”
She stiffened, no doubt biting back a sharp retort. Smart girl. “You know I do.”
“Ask for it.”
She huffed in obvious exasperation.
Kane gently drew her engorged clit in his mouth. Then he released her.
Her whimper almost made him give in. But instead, he nipped her thigh again. “Ask me, darlin’.”
“Damn it. I’d like to come.” Her voice came out fast and hoarse.
He figured she’d sworn more in the short time she’d known him than ever before. Poor thing. He lifted up, resting his chest on her thigh. “I’d like to end the war and make it mandatory for all people to take driving tests every year.”
Her eyes narrowed. If the woman had a gun, he had no doubt she’d shoot him. So he wiggled the finger inside her, brushing against her G-spot.
Her eyelids fluttered shut.
Stubborn little thing. He added another finger, working the spot until a light sheen of moisture covered her forehead, and a fine blush covered her beautiful breasts. “Ask me nicely, and you get what you want.” His cock was ready to explode. “Keep being stubborn, and you won’t like the result.” He slid his fingers through her folds, barely brushing her clit before plunging back inside her.
“Please let me come,” she whispered, her entire body trembling.
“With pleasure.” Rising up, he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking the little nub with his tongue while also working both fingers inside her.
She arched off the bed, crying out as the orgasm whipped through her. He helped her ride out the waves, prolonging the sensation as long as he could. Finally, she collapsed against the bedspread, her eyes opening on his.
Dragging his fingers free, he smiled as her body jerked in response. Thank god she liked to play the same way he did.
One by one, he licked his fingers clean.