“Did you keep those women on retainer while we were apart?” I ask without looking at him, circling my hands over his chest.
“No. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
My eyes fly to his. I know they’re as wide as saucers. It’s been a year.
“It’s true. I could break a steel plate with my forearm. You were, and are, the only person I want,” he says resolutely. The statement makes my heart flutter.
“Why me?” I ask the burning question.
Kayne shrugs, pulling me into his body. “I don’t know why exactly. You never intimidated me. You were always happy and smiling, and when you looked at me, it wasn’t anything but warm.”
“Oh, I was warm all right,” I laugh. “I overheated every time I saw you.”
“I guess I liked it.” He leans in to kiss me.
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask right before his lips touch mine.
“What does it matter?”
“Just another piece of the puzzle.” I rub up against his erection in an attempt to relax him.
Kayne closes his eyes and moans softly.
“Nineteen. I was nineteen when I lost it,” he answers absentmindedly, getting lost in the friction of our bodies.
“Did you love her?”
“No. I have never been interested in love until I met you. If it wasn’t for Jett, I might still be a virgin.”
“Did he introduce the two of you or something?”
Kayne grabs hold of my waist and stops all movements. He’s breathing hard, his eyes are dilated, and water is spilling down his face.
“It’s not like that. Jett was there with me, Ellie. We were on leave, and since I didn’t have any place to go, I went home to California with him. I don’t know if Jett ever told you the business his family runs or who his mother is—”
“He told me,” I interrupt him.
That last night at Mansion I pried Jett for information and he gave it to me, divulging his mother is a Madame, and why he grew up around a lot of women.
“So you know what I’m talking about?” Kayne asks, and I nod. “It’s not like I got there, and he threw me into a bedroom with a random girl. It’s like he handpicked her specifically for me. She spent a few days warming up to me, getting to know me, and then one night we all went out and got drunk. Jett instigated the whole thing. Like he knew I wouldn’t go through with it unless I had moral support. He was probably right. So we did it. All three of us. Together.”
“She became my first submissive, but I never loved her. And she never loved me, either. But you I love, whether you’re submissive or not.”
“You sure about that?” I test him.
“Absolutely, one-hundred-percent.” With that, he pins me against the wall and crushes his lips against mine. The kiss nearly steals the air right out of my lungs.
“I want things to be different with you.” He rubs his nose against my cheek.
“Different how?” I press my chest against his as my core becomes as hot as the running water.
“I’ll show you.” He closes the distance between our mouths, and I brace for another soul shattering connection, but Kayne switches gears and kisses me unlike any way he has ever kissed me before—passionately, affectionately, devotedly, reverently—every word that could possibly describe an all-consuming, unstoppable love. And I know it’s too fast, too soon, but the weight of his affection overwhelms me to the point I can no longer think, or see, or even breathe. So I just kiss him back, pouring whatever amount of emotion I’m capable of giving him at the moment into the embrace.
Kayne lifts me off the floor, forcing my legs around his hips as he steps under the steaming spray of water, rinsing off whatever suds are left on us. Then he turns the shower off. We never break our kiss as he steps out of the stall and walks into the bedroom, the two of us dripping wet.
Not even bothering with a towel, he lays me down on the bed, trapping my body beneath his.
“Hold onto me. Whatever you do, don’t let go.” He positions his erection between my legs, the head pushing at my entrance gently. He’s not even inside me, and I’m already responding, flooding with desire as the tip of his cock slides easily between my wet folds.
