“Why did ye turn me down?”
“‘We should fuck’ isn’t an offer. It was a crude statement at best and an offhand comment at worst. Hardly tempting.”
“If ye want hearts and flowers, I’m not your man for that. I wouldn’t have the first idea how, and I’m naw sticking around in Deadwater after I’m done with the bullshit holding me there.” He prowled to the bed. The jutting length of his dick lifted his towel.
I sat up, alarmed and so turned on I could barely breathe. Electricity licked my skin.
“So here’s the deal. You’re attracted to me. Your eyes are all over me, and the pink in your cheeks is driving me insane. Every way you respond to me is fucking short-circuiting my brain.”
“I’m equally as scared of you.”
“You’re not. Ye think ye should be.”
“It’s rude to contradict like that.” My voice trembled. My fingers dug into my thighs. “And if I gave you any indication, you’d treat me like prey.”
Kane’s grey eyes held a storm.
This had gone from a road trip to intense in minutes. I had no right to be surprised. The man had bagged me and kidnapped me to get his way. Yet he was correct. I didn’t feel in real danger. Only wary of the power he held.
“Perhaps I owe ye an apology, then.”
He knelt on the bed, shoving the barrier of my laptop and phone aside. I scrambled back, but he caught my ankle and pulled me closer. The action rucked up my skirt. Apprehension zinged through me.
“Stop.”
“Really?”
Kane took a handful of my thigh, his focus sinking down me. My heart thumped, and I nearly cried out at that touch alone,somehow more intimate than any other time a man had put his hands on my skin.
Without pause, he reached the line of my underwear at my hip then tugged them down.
I took a shocked breath and tried to cover myself. “Kane!”
He caught my wrists and pinned me with his body, over me faster than I could blink. “Protest all ye like, but I’m doing this and you’re going to love it.”
“Doing what?”
“Putting my mouth on your cunt until ye shake and cry out my name.”
Holding my gaze, he lowered himself to between my legs. Panicked, excited, I wrestled with his grip. It was no use.
“Tell me to stop again.”
His tongue touched the centre of me.
From nowhere, a moan of need fled my lips.
The bastard chuckled and flattened his tongue to lick me then curled it around my clit. “Christ, ye taste good. Tell me no.”
I couldn’t. My world shrank to that touch and the all-encompassing anticipation of pleasure of his head between my legs.
I bucked into his next lick.
Kane commenced an attack of perfectly timed sucks. With his free hand, he spread me for his attention then gripped my thigh so that hot tongue could slide inside me. I gasped out loud, then again when his thick fingers followed the action. First one then two speared me open.
He fucked me with them and sucked on my clit like he loved his task.
It was as much as I could do to keep up with the all-out assault on my body. It felt so good that my brain quieted until all I knew was him, the singular, complete pleasure of a man who knew what he was doing with sex.
