Slipping away, I boosted myself to the bonnet of the car. “Convince me.”
“How?”
I held his dark gaze, letting him come to his own conclusions. If I said any more, my voice would probably tremble, and I didn’t want him to have that power.
Kane pushed my legs open with his size. His hands went to my skirt. I stopped them. Interlaced our fingers.
Slowly, he lowered his face to mine as if working this out as he went. There was no give in his features. No softness or promise to be gentle.
Odd how much I needed his rougher side.
I was disappointed at the fact we hadn’t found Dixie, shaken up by the approaching anniversary I couldn’t hide from, then he came along and threw my emotions around like a rag doll. The energy had to come out. Still, I needed that element of trust.
Kane leaned in and ghosted a kiss across my lips. It wasn’t soft. More just a taste ahead of a savaging. He twisted my arms behind my back, a second kiss parting my lips with a demand my body yearned to answer.
This. More.
He devoured me, stealing my breath and spreading heat through me in spikes that replaced all the negativity and switched me on to whatever we were about to do. When a passionate slide struck lightning in my veins, I couldn’t stop a moan.
He jerked away with a shuddering inhale and grasped my skirt, shoving it up my legs.
I moaned again and drooped backwards on the bonnet, my knees coming up while Kane lowered his mouth to the apex of my thighs. Just like last night, he didn’t wait around, pushing my underwear to one side to get his tongue onto me.
The first touch somewhere so sensitive had me arching closer, heat meeting cold.
I writhed under him, the sensation of him licking into me producing another loud moan from my lips. With two handfuls of my ass, he ground me against his face, tongue-fucking me then shifting to slide a thick finger inside.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. When he added a second finger and sucked my clit, I almost laughed at how good it felt to have him right there, opening me up. Winding me tighter and tighter.
My inner walls squeezed his hand.
He dropped his touch on me and backed away. “Thirty.”
My deliciously fogged-over mind struggled for sense. “What?”
“Twenty-nine.”
Oh shit, a countdown?
I hopped down from the car and stumbled.
“Twenty-eight.”
Menace filled his tone, but promise, too. It boosted the ache inside me. I turned, hiked up my skirts, and fled.
A kissing gate guarded the forest and slowed my sprint as I weaved through it, the wood banging at my back. A few metres on and I was in the trees, Kane’s more distant “twenty-three” chasing me.
He was remaining by the car until the time was up.
I came to a forked path and hesitated. Stumbling on roots and fallen branches didn’t sound fun, so I chose the lighter one. A rustling came from somewhere ahead and to my right, deep in the trees. Probably a bird, but it slowed me, the overtones of “thirteen,” penetrating the woods.
My heart pounded. He’d turned me on but left me unsatisfied, and my brain was a mess of need and excitement. Did I stick to the path or actually try to hide? I couldn’t go into the woods, but if he caught me on the path, late-night hikers might walk by.
“Ten.”
I put my head down and ran to the end of the tree cover, twigs cracking under my hasty feet. Emerging, I sprinted onto a hillside, the slopes and distant ridges silver-edged in the darkness. Fresh air breezed over my hot face.
Tall hedges and shrubs dotted the slopes, surrounding isolated trees. Better for hiding in.
