Liking the sound, I did it again. His hands delved into my hair as I worked him up and down. I took him deep in my mouth. His growl grew louder. It vibrated through me, making moisture gather between my legs. His pleasure was my pleasure.
I stroked him, paying attention to his sensitive head. God, I loved the taste of him. Salt and musk. I inhaled deep, then took him as far as he’d go.
A savage growl ripped through his chest, and he jerked me away from him, his expression wild. I’d been about to make him come. Wouldn’t he like that?
He tugged me upward. Heart racing, I climbed on top of him until his cock pressed against where I needed him the most. Holding him steady, I slid down onto him, groaning at how good it felt. He growled, his hands groping beneath my shirt, running up and down my spine, then moving around to fondle my sensitive breasts.
Watching the carnal expressions cross his face, I rode him slow and steady. My knees scraped against the rough surface of the rock beside his hips. His fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom, guiding me up and down on his cock. I leaned back, allowing him to hold my weight. Sparks shot off in my head.
“Right there,” I murmured, my voice so rough I didn’t recognize it.
He kept me in the perfect spot. The pressure built inside me at lightning speed. He hadn’t even touched my clit and my release rocketed through me like liquid fire. Kane growled and picked up the pace, slamming into me over and over until his body tightened with his own orgasm.
I shook. Every little movement from him made a cascade of tremors ricochet through me. I collapsed forward and took a deep breath. Kane was doing things to me I didn’t understand. Wonderful, delicious new things, but confusing, nonetheless.
My head resting on his shoulder, I finally remembered what I’d come outside to ask him.
I’m so fucked.
How was I supposed to have a conversation about these marks on my neck when I couldn’t keep my hands off him? I’d had a dozen orgasms last night and was greedy for more. This had to be the worst—or the best?—heat I could remember having. I couldn’t get enough of Kane.
His hands ran up and down my spine under my shirt, over my ass, and up and down my ribs. Our breathing leveled out. I lifted my head, met his gaze, and climbed off him. I did my best to straighten my shirt and hair while he pulled up his underwear and zipped up his jeans. My knees stung from being rubbed against the rock. A shift would fix that.
Kane ran a hand over his hair, making it more mussed than it already was. He looked down, his expression dazed, like he couldn’t exactly remember what he’d been doing before I’d distracted him.
I cleared my throat and gestured to the pile of tools. “What are you making?”
His expression brightened. He flashed me another smile and waggled his eyebrows before striding back to the mess.Adorable.I could almost hear him sayit’s a surprisein my head.
My heart rate sped up again.Double fucked.
Whatever he was doing, it took his full attention. I watched him for a while, then took a walk to the dock to sit on its end. Deep in thought, my hand switched between touching the marks on my neck and idly chipping away at what remained of my nail polish. Water splashed on the underside of the boat and the loons called from the other side of the lake.
I wasn’t the kind of person who kept a boyfriend. I wasn’t the one walking in the mall hand-in-hand with my lover, or the one kissing my partner before they headed off to work. No, all my relationships were brief. I liked my solitary life. I got to do what I wanted when I wanted. I’d moved out at eighteen for that very reason, didn’t want to live by anyone else’s rules.
Rubbing my face, I stared at the rotor sticking out of the lake, only a foot of it visible above the water line now. A shiver rippled through me, and I hugged my arms around my knees. I’d been so close to being recaptured. If it hadn’t been for Kane, I wouldn’t have been able to stop it.
A small, niggling voice said that if I’d gone with those guys, then I would have been with my sister. But I understood that was my guilt talking. If I’d been taken, then we’d both be captured, and I wouldn’t be able to help Sabrina escape.A fat lot of good you’re doing with that right now.Okay, so having sex with Kane over and over again wasn’t helpful, but I wouldn’t be able to search for her until that plane came next week anyway.
The loons across the lake hooted, then took off in a flurry of splashes. I watched where they disappeared over the tree line until the tug in my chest told me to return to the cabin. When I rounded the back, Kane was still working on his project, lengths of pipe now fastened to the logs of the outer wall.
“Should I make some sandwiches?” It had to be past noon.
He gave me a thumbs up without looking at me.
Huffing out a breath, I went inside. I found canned salmon and bread in the cupboard along with carrots and potatoes. While I set about making sandwiches and chopping carrot sticks, Kane came inside and put a big pot of water on the stove. He built the fire, then left again.
Whatever was he up to? More laundry? I looked at the bed. The sheets were rumpled and well-used from the night before. Of course, they should be changed. I could do the laundry this time. I’d watched how he’d done it the other day.
With a plate in each hand, I went outside. Kane wiped his forehead with his arm, a pencil gripped between his teeth.
My body twitched.No.I wasn’t going to have sex with him again until we could have a discussion about the marks on my neck.
“Here’s your sandwich.” I extended the plate to him.
He stepped closer to take it with a ‘thank you’ nod. His distinctive scent wafted toward me right before he took a big bite. I watched how his throat moved up and down and needed to press my thighs together to stop from moving closer.
Without finishing the whole sandwich, he set the plate aside and got back to work. Staring at him a moment, I took a bite of my own. He attached another pipe to the wall, this one sticking out two feet. I liked watching him move. His muscles rippled, his arms bulged. He was strong in a bulky way, but not overly so. A mountain man without mountains.A lake man.
