Page 58 of Too Lethal to Love

Kane’s eyes grew three sizes too big. “What?”

“Take them off. If you can’t tell me what that super leg does, you can at least show it to me.” She licked her lips, her mouth salivating as she reached for his belt.

He brushed her hands away. “Not so fast, darlin’. I’m all for show-and-tell, but we have a little something to discuss first. You never told me what gives you nightmares.”

She pouted and reached for his belt again. “I not only told you what gives me nightmares. I showed you.”

He gathered her hands in his and sat next to her. With a tug, he forced her to angle her body toward his. “Yes, and I appreciate how hard that must have been for you, but there’s new information I’ve uncovered that you’re holding back. I need specifics.”

“Oh, I’ll be specific.” She dropped her gaze to the zipper of his jeans and zeroed in on the other sizable reason she needed him to take off his pants. “Getnaked. Now.”

His nostrils flared. The unabashed desire in his eyes made her belly flip.

“You have two seconds to tell me, sugarplum, or else.”

She remembered his threat about what he’d do if she didn’t tell him about her dreams. As she opened her mouth to protest, he wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her over his shoulder. Standing as if she weighed nothing, he strode into the bedroom with one hand on her backside and the other wrapped around her kicking legs.

She pounded his back. “Put me down, you big brute.”

“Not a chance, sugarplum.”

In another swift motion she had no time to counter, he sat at the foot of the bed and pulled her across his lap. Her T-shirt rode up to her waist. “Kane,” she shrieked as his hand landed on her bare ass. The blow wasn’t hard, but the sting and the razor-sharp desire between her legs stunned her. “You cocky bastard of a cowboy. I’m going to?—.”

Pleasure zapped through her core as his hand covered the area he’d struck and massaged the sensitive flesh. Sweet Christmas, even when he spanked a woman, he had two sides. Holy Christ, did she crave both.

He lowered his mouth to her ear, his broad chest covering her back and held her in place. She should have felt vulnerable, and she did, but in the most delicious way. Her fantasies of being in this position with Kane didn’t come close to the thrilling reality of being at his mercy.

Every nerve in her already charged body heightened as he slipped his finger under the strap of her thong and pulled the material against her clit. A guttural moan grated from her throat as she ground her pussy against his leg and sought more delicious friction.

“Keep moaning like that for me, sugarplum.” He delivered another smack to her ass cheek.

Desire soaked her panties as she obeyed.

Wrapping his hand in her hair, he guided her gaze to his. “You look at me when I make you moan, remember?”

“Stop acting like a Neanderthal and maybe I will.” She arched her back, her hair still in his hand, delicious prickles in her scalp. Her ass stung from his blows as the ache between her legs escalated to maddening heights.

“Answer my question, and I’ll give you plenty more reasons to moan my name.”

“I didn’t moan your name, you egotistical…” He grazed her clit with his finger. “Kane.”

“I don’t know, sugarplum. That sweet sound you made sounded familiar.”

He landed another smack to her heated backside. His other hand slipped between her legs. “God, you’re wet, Beth. Tell me what I need to know so I can fuck you already.” He shifted her to straddle his thighs and face him. “Is that what you want? For me to take you, because right or wrong, smart or stupid, God knows that’s what we both need.”

Falling for him was the last thing either of them needed, but the past and the future didn’t exist. Only Kane, the damning, delicious ache in her core and his long hard cock straining against his jeans, mattered in the moment. Death could bust through the window and demand number four, but he’d have to wait until she was done experiencing everything the super soldier underneath her could offer.

She tried to grind against his cock, to seek what she’d spit in the devil’s face for, but Kane held her firmly around the waist.

“I hate you,” she groaned.

“No, you don’t, and that’s the problem. Tell me what you dreamed about last night. And in the car yesterday. My new intel is based on what you said while I watched you sleep, and I need to know if it’s accurate.”

“You watched me sleep again?” That should creep herout. Instead, it turned her on. What was wrong with her? “If I tell you about my bad dreams, will you take your pants off and show me your leg?”

“I’ll show you anything you want. Better yet, I’ll let you touch.” He ran his finger under the hem of her shirt and grazed the underside of her breasts. “And taste,” he said as he pulled her to him and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “I’ll stand in the middle of the room like the god you think I am and let you worship every part of my body all fucking day.”

Helpless in the most frightening, thrilling way possible, she took his face in her hands and met his gaze. “I dreamed about a headstone in the graveyard.” She panted. “With your name on it.”

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