It’s like I’ve spent half my life staring into them, losing myself willingly.
Or maybe I just love seeing him, the man behind the bluster.
I’ve seen the good dad, the grump, and the fearless beast when there’s a threat to his family—or me.
Yes, it’s stupid to trust his word that he’s also clean and everything will be fine. Perhaps it’s also dumb to trust my birth control, even though it’s never let me down in the past.
All I know is, I can’t bear the idea of losing this moment.
Not for a second.
“Okay,” he says finally. I feel the words through the rumble of his chest. “I’ll fuck you, but first you’re going to come for me, duchess. Come so hard I’ll have to peel you off the floor.”
Holy shit.
…that won’t be a problem if he keeps talking like that.
I’m already so close my legs are shaking.
And knowing he’s close too, the idea of him being inside me, the way he’s rubbing my clit and following my body’s rhythm to give me exactly what I need, bringing me right to the cliff…
This can only be the best kind of brutal.
“That’s right,” he says, holding me against him. “Good girl. You’re Kane’s good girl now.”
Oh my God, I am.
I bury my head in his shoulder effortlessly as his fingers quicken and his thumb sends me into tomorrow.
My orgasm rips the fabric of space.
This isn’t just another O I need like my next breath.
Not another predictably good, run-of-the-mill climax I get with my favorite toys, or maybe a few of the good ones Kelso used to give.
This is different.
This isfloating.
An out-of-body experience where I liquify like molten gold.
I’m falling and spinning and coming apart.
He’s holding me up while I come undone a dozen different ways I can’t describe.
All I can do ishold on.
Hold on to Kane as he keeps working me over, sending wave after wave of sensation washing over me.
He knows when to start and when to strum, when to stop and leave me ruined, sagging against him.
“Kane.” I whisper his name with awe.
He laughs against my temple, proud and light.
I slowly crawl back into my own body again.
His hand lingers between my legs, and when he moves it, I whimper again wordlessly. He’s so gentle as he scoops me up, carrying me over to the bed.
