Page 62 of The Backup Bride Proposal

Kane gasped, then groaned. “Oh, yeah. That’s good.”

She lifted her gaze to his as she wound her hands around his cock, pulling and pushing, making a fist so he could thrust. Her breath caught as she watched the pleasured expressions on his face, the way he reached out to touch herwhile she touched him. And when he came, she felt such a burst of desire for him it nearly undid her.

Kane pulled her to him and kissed her, a deep, soulful kiss that left her breathless.

The timing was good because the hot water had started to dissipate. They finished rinsing and got out. Kane handed her a towel and she dried her hair and body, then wrapped the towel around her, realizing all her clothes were wet. Okay, this was a dilemma.

Kane left the bathroom and came back with a T-shirt. “This should fit.”

The shirt—with the logo of an action movie—was soft and well worn. She slipped it on and it fit like a nightgown. Awesome. She pulled his comb through her hair, then went out into the kitchen to find him dressed only in boxers while he brewed them some coffee that was—she checked—yes, it was, in fact, decaf. Perfect, because the last thing she needed was to stare at the ceiling all night. She had enough thoughts rolling through her head as it was, mostly about the total sex god standing next to her drinking coffee in his underwear.

“Do you have cream?” she asked.

He inclined his head toward the fridge. “Help yourself.”

His refrigerator was neat and orderly. She’d bet some assistant did that for him. She grabbed the cream, poured a dollop into her coffee, then headed over to where Kane sat at the small table. She took a seat, pulling one leg up underneath her.

Kane was staring at his phone. “So according to the shooting schedule, we’ll break the weekend before Thanksgiving, and resume the Monday after. How does that work for your schedule?”

She sipped the warm coffee, enjoying the robust flavor as she pondered the thought of spending a week alone with him.Okay, maybe not totally alone, but alone enough. “I’ll have weddings to handle the weekend before but I could be ready to go Monday? If that works for you.”

“That’s perfect. We’ll drive because it’s only about four hours, give or take, traffic-wise.”

Alone in the car? Even better. “I like that.”

“And you’ll want to pack comfortable clothes. We’re not fancy or anything at the ranch. Even on Thanksgiving. So…casual?”

She smiled at him over the rim of her coffee cup. “Do I look like I dress fancy all the time?”

“Well, not at the moment.”

She snickered. “Hey, I’ll have you know this is the latest in sexy lingerie.”

He looked her over, his heated gaze raising her temperature a degree or two. “Hey, it’s doing it for me.”

“Is it, now?” She got up and went over to him, climbing onto his lap and sliding her hands over his chest. “I’m going to need you to be a little more specific.”

He grasped her hips and lifted, his cock rubbing against her. “I think my dick being hard as stone should be your first clue.”

“We should do something about that.”

“Hell yeah we should.” He moved his hands under her butt and stood.

She wrapped her legs around him while he walked them to the bedroom. He set her down on the bed, then climbed in, settling himself on top of her. His mouth met hers in a passionate tangle of lips and tongues. And then there were no words, just hands and mouths and bodies touching.

Somehow, they got naked, and his mouth touched her everywhere. Heated, wet kisses and sucks that drove her to the edge of madness. And everywhere she reached for himthere was muscle. Hard, flexing muscle against all her soft parts, pressing against her. His push to her pull. A sensual dynamic. She rode that wave of pleasure, lifting against him as he thrust in perfect rhythm, taking her right to the edge, then over.

That he went with her only heightened the moment. She clutched him, drawing him closer, needing his lips on hers, that intimate contact as her climax burst like an exploding star.

Breathless, she stayed like that, with Kane’s warm breath against her neck, feeling his body against hers, the two of them entwined, connected.

She could fall asleep like this. Except Kane was a big guy, and just a little heavy.

Fortunately, he recognized that and rolled over, stepping into the bathroom for a minute. When he came out he climbed into bed and pulled her against him.

“Now this is just right,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder.

“I guess you need to stay here tonight,” he said. “Since your clothes are all wet.”

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