Page 72 of Tangled

“Yes, Liv…”

“Harder…”

“God, woman…”

“Faster…”

“Fuck…”

“Oh, God!” I shout as my orgasm hits me, sharper and more intense than the last. Kane’s hand reaches between us to rub my clit while I climb high and then come again, making my orgasm double in one swift move. The man plays my body like an instrument, making sweet music with my strings, plucking me in the just the right way that I lose myself in his touch. I’ve never been with a man that can make my body sing like he does.

Once I start to come down, Kane flips us over, reaching up to pull my hair out of my ponytail, my long locks falling and framing my face as I hover over him this time.

“Ride me, baby,” he grits out while grabbing one handful of my hair and the other handful of my ass.

And so I do. I rock and bounce, lifting up and down his length, which feels even bigger from this angle. Kane moves with me from below, meeting my thrusts and stroking my body up and down my curves as I move.

“Yes, baby… God, you look so beautiful when you ride my cock.”

“It feels so good, Kane.”

“Tell me how good it feels, baby.”

“I’m so wet. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life,” I pant as I feel another orgasm come on. I clench around Kane’s length inside of me, which ignites a growl from him.

“Are you gonna come again, baby?” He asks, guiding my hips to rub along him.

“Yes, but I need you to touch me, Kane…”

Not hesitating, Kane reaches between my legs and rubs my clit expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure so that it doesn’t take long for me to reach the edge of the cliff again, falling over in an orgasm that drains every last drop of energy from me.

“Fuck!” Kane shouts as he sits up, wraps his arms around my torso, and thrusts into me, stilling once his orgasm hits and squeezing me hard as he comes down from his high.

Sitting back slightly, he brushes the hair from my face so our eyes find each other—and we just stare, nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the room. I watch his dark eyes scan my face, softening as his hands caress my cheeks before pulling me to him in a soft kiss that melts my body into his. We hold each other, not speaking, not even thinking—just immersing ourselves in the feeling of our bodies connected to one another again.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” I ask Kane, both of us resting on our sides facing each other in his bed after we cleaned up and relaxed from the mind-blowing sex.

Kane’s hands trail up and down my body, soaking up every curve and inch of skin. I can’t get enough of the way it feels to have his hands all over me. I’m addicted. And I don’t know if I can ever live without his touch again.

“I’m thinking I really like having you here,” he says on a slight smile, his eyes softening with his words.

“Does that surprise you?”

“Yes.”

I notice a shift in his expression, so I force myself to push him further. Kane has already let me in more than I anticipated when he first made his intentions clear, but I know there’s something he’s not telling me—either by choice or because he’s not ready to talk about it. But I desperately want to understand him. Ever since he told me he hasn’t pursued a woman since he was sixteen, I’ve been dying to know why.

“Can I ask you something, and you’ll promise not to get mad?”

“Just the fact that you prefaced your question with that question alarms me.”

“I just need to know something, but I’m afraid of how you’ll react,” I confess.

Kane sits up a bit more, propping his elbow further, his hand resting on his head so his entire body straightens. “I don’t want you to be afraid to ask me questions, Liv. I just… there are some things that are hard to talk about.”

“I understand that. But I need to know… why haven’t you pursued someone since you were so young?”

And silence fills the room as Kane shifts his eyes from mine, hiding the pain there even though I can read him like a book. Whatever happened has to be a huge reason why he is the man he is today—guarded, a little off-putting, but secretly a man with a soft heart who cares about those close to him. He’s shown me all three sides, but I can’t help but feel like he’s struggling to figure out which one he wants to be.

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