Page 37 of Too Lethal to Love

She didn’t move save for her muscles clenching with the promise of a spectacular orgasm.

He backed up on his knees and reached into her toiletry bag, where she’d dropped it.

Beth bolted upright. “Kane, no.”

“Oh yes.” Smiling, he held up her purple bullet-shaped vibrator. “I saw this peeking out of your bag when I searched your house last night.”

His salacious grin and the toy in his hand pulled a low moan from her throat.

He scooted on his knees in front of her again. “Tell me, sugarplum, were you planning to use this pretty purple thing all alone in that pretty purple bed of yours?”

“Maybe.” Yes. Multiple times.

He dipped his finger into her wet heat. “Do you think about me when you use it here?”

She slid closer, angling her hips and begging for friction he refused to allow.

“Who do you think of when you use this?” He eased his finger out of her and spread her juices on the toy.

God, that was hot. “You. I think of you.”

“Every night since we’ve met?” He hovered the toy near her clit.

“Yes. Every freaking night. Now stop torturing me and turn the damn thing on.” She reached for the vibrator.

He grabbed her wrist. “I didn’t tell you to let go of the tub.”

She grabbed the edge of the tile. The vibrator’s buzz filled her head like a siren’s song. “Now, Kane, please.”

She screamed as the tip touched her sensitive clit. She tried to close her legs against the intense pain-laced pleasure, but his hips braced her knees.

“Damn, sugarplum. Purple looks fucking fantastic on you.” He slid the vibrator from her clit to her pussy and tucked it inside of her. “It looks good in you too.”

She held on for dear life as his finger followed and curled against her sweet spot. “Kane, please.” She’d listen to every one of his demands to stay away from windows and stay put if it meant being treated like this.

“But you know what will look even better on you?” Dipping his head, his gaze still on her, he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her hips. “My mouth.”

With a devilish grin, he dropped his head and clamped his teeth on her clit. She detonated, his name on her lips, as man and machine pleasured her in perfect unison, and she soared to a place of wild, glorious wonder. And Kane, her flesh-and-blood, strong-as-steel warrior, milked every contraction until her release ebbed and cathartic tears seeped from her eyes.

Before she could catch a breath, Kane pulled her up and crushed her into his chest. The toy slid from her pussy onto the floor. With aftershocks still sparking in her core, he touched his mouth to hers in a featherlight kiss.

“You okay?”

The question vibrated against her lips as she brushed her knuckles against the bulge straining against denim. “More than okay. Jeans off. Now.”

Chest heaving, his gaze on her flushed face, he hissed a breath and stepped back. “Oh no. You’re not getting all of me until you finish telling me what gives you nightmares.”

His words jerked her head like she’d been slapped in the face. “What? No.”

“One secret for another, sugarplum.” And with that dimpled smile she couldn’t resist, he turned to go.

“Bastard,” she yelled as she picked up the still buzzing vibrator and flung it at his back.

He didn’t flinch, only laughed as he walked away.

Beth stood by the fireplace, well away from the closed blinds, drawn curtains, and the dark night beyond, and rearranged the ornaments on the Christmas tree. After Kane left her panting by the tub, it had taken fifteen minutes before she could hold her hand steady enough to shave in the shower. Another hour to dry her hair and do her makeup. Thankfully, by the time she was done, Kane was in the hall bathroom, and she’d snuck downstairs.

Now, in the living room lit only by the Christmas tree and the sliver of moonlight shining through the slim window panels on either side of the front door, her encounter with Kane played in her mind like a favorite movie on repeat.

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