Page 36 of Too Lethal to Love

“Fuck it.” He snaked his hand around her waist and yanked her against his chest. His earlier hesitation seeped into the steam as he slammed his mouth on hers, hard and insistent. With just the right amount of pressure to make her lips part on a whisper-soft gasp, he angled her head and melded his mouth with hers. A gasp escalated to a moan as he slipped his tongue between her lips with the cockiness of a cowboy and the determination of a warrior.

As she pressed into his hard chest, sensations from their post-nightmare kiss rushed in with crystal clarity.

How he tasted.

His soft lips.

Now, he tasted like sugarplums, excitement and anticipation. She’d been desperate to lose herself in everything Kane did that night. To get as close to him as possible to counter the nightmare. But this…this kiss bordered on possession. So did the way his hands slid up and down her torso like he was unwrapping a treat he couldn’t wait to relish and would unleash hell if anyone tried to take it away.

He felt that desperate.

So did she.

“Perfect.” He trailed his teeth along the underside of her jaw as he captured a nipple between his fingers and squeezed.

A low moan skittered from her mouth as she pressed her lips to the base of his throat. Everything she associated with Kane—sunshine, the outdoors, and hardworking male— met her lips. Hungering for more, she arched into his hand.

He groaned low in his throat as he squeezed her nipple harder. His other hand slid down her hip and grazed the dampness between her thighs. “Fuck, Beth.”

Fuck was right. She was supposed to be taking backcontrol, not breathing heavily enough to create more steam than the shower. “Kane, please.”

“Please what? More of this?” He tweaked her nipple again.

Tendrils of pleasure and pain intertwined in her belly and spiraled to the spot he’d barely touched. “Yes, that and…”

“This?” He slid his finger down her slit a centimeter at a time as he cupped her breast in his palm. “Is that what you want, sugarplum? Cause this is one of those dirty fantasies I’ve been thinking about since we met.”

“Yes.” She grabbed his biceps and squirmed beneath his touch.

More. She needed more of him, especially his steel leg. She’d witnessed how he could use it in a fight. Now she needed to see it. To feel it. To cement in her mind that he was a warrior who could survive the threats he battled on her behalf. To convince herself he could survive her.

It didn’t matter any longer who was in control of this steamy encounter as long as her heart stayed out of the show.

She fumbled with the button on his jeans. He picked her up and laughed, the sound devilish, and sat her on the top step of the sunk-in tub and dropped to his knees in front of her.

She tracked the lines of his tattoo again, unable to keep her hands and eyes off the breathtaking ink. “This is beautiful.”

“No, you’re beautiful. Let me see the rest of you.”

She bit her lip. “Show me your leg.”

“Me first.” He tapped her knees. “Open for me.”

“Stalker-hole,” she moaned but didn’t hesitate.

He stared for a heartbeat, then two. Holding her breath, she spread her thighs wider, laid herself bare. She didn’t breathe again until his dimple made an appearance. Graspingher hips, he pulled her to the edge of the wide step. She yelped as her heated skin slid on the cool, smooth tile.

“Hold on to the ledge.” He licked his lips. “Don’t let go until I say so.”

She reached behind her and found the lip of the tub, sure she’d never followed a command so quickly. As he hooked her knees over his wide shoulders, she gasped but held on tight.

“Looks like you can listen when you want to.” With a wicked grin, he dove in to gorge on her like a Christmas feast.

Beth held the tub so hard she thought the tile might crack.Shewas about to crack under Kane’s greedy tongue that licked her from the crest of her pussy, down to the bottom and back up again. With each swipe, desire built hotter and heavier until her bones liquefied to molten lava.

His gaze never left hers as he speared his tongue between her folds and sucked. She cried out his name under the exquisite pressure. Sobbed it when he sucked harder. With each pull of his lips, the soul-sapping tension she’d been living with seeped from her body and into the ether until the only thing that scared her was never experiencing Kane between her legs again.

Cold air hit her heated core as he lifted his head. “Stay there.”

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