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"I need to come," I gasped.

"Come for who?" he demanded, slowing his movements just a touch to keep me right on the brink.

"For you. Fuck, please Kage, let me come for you," I begged, my voice raw with need.

Without another word, he applied just the right amount of pressure, his fingers curling and twisting in a motion that had my vision blurring. The pulse in my throat raced, each beat in perfect cadence with the tantalizing rhythm Kage set between my thighs. His fingers, skilled and unyielding, continued their dance, each movement designed to coax more, to push me right to that limit. My breathing became ragged, and then, with one final, exquisite push from him, I shattered. Waves of ecstasy rippled through me, rendering me breathless and shaking.

The pleasure was raw, primal, and utterly consuming, leaving no room for thought or reason, only the pure, unadulterated sensation of utter rapture. Liquid lightning coursed through my veins, electrifying each cell, setting them aglow with fervent intensity.

Kage continued to stroke me gently, drawing out my climax until I was a trembling mess. When my orgasm ebbed, he pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with my arousal. With a smirk, he brought them to his lips, tasting me. The audacityof the act left me breathless, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he whispered, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue sent another jolt of arousal through me, even as my body continued to tremble from the aftershocks of my climax.

The next thing I knew, we were lying on my bed. He held me until my body calmed and I was tempted to fall asleep in his arms. I forced myself to pull away, however, not wanting to put ideas in my head. That had been amazing, but it was just sex. Lying in Kage’s arms for too long would confuse my already whirling mind. “We should probably get going.”

His eyes tightened around me for a moment before he grinned. “You still have my sweatshirt?”

I blushed, remembering how he’d laid the sweatshirt out on my bed while I’d been in the shower masturbating to thoughts of him. “Yes.”

“Put it on.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“Because I want to fuck you. I want you covered in my come. We’re not there yet, so I want you covered in something else of mine. And so do you, or you wouldn’t have taken my sweatshirt in the first place.”

I opened my mouth to deny it, but what was the point? He knew I’d be lying. I liked the idea of wearing him on my body just as much as he did.

Maybe I wasn’t the only one in danger of thinking there could be more between us than just sex.

Because Kage had claimed more than my body today. And I couldn’t help but hope that in some small way, I’d claimed him, too.

Chapter 37

Camille

The short ride to the chateau was framed by the autumn foliage that blazed with reds and oranges, as if the trees themselves were on fire. Kage's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but he was relaxed, his mouth soft. Every once in a while he’d smile, and I knew he was thinking of how I’d come on his hand.

I was thinking about it, too, the afterglow still simmering beneath my skin along with lingering disbelief. Disbelief because... hell, it had just happened in the middle of the day with Kage-freaking-O'Hare. But despite that disbelief, I felt settled. Calm. Every touch, every whisper, every demand he’d made—it had felt so damn right, like our bodies just knew each other. Wearing his sweatshirt now just added to those feelings, especially because his scent still lingered on it.

An undeniable ache settled low in my belly, a hunger that hadn’t been sated. I stole glances at him, remembering the weight of his hand, the rhythm of his fingers. I craved more. Here I was, still reeling from one earth-shattering orgasm, and all I could think about was diving right back in. The guy wastrouble, the kind I should run from, but I was finding, just as was the case with Dante, trouble was what I was drawn to.

Finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, I said, “You don’t feel guilty about what we did because of Ava?”

He stiffened, his face darkening, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I shouldn’t even say her name.”

The muscles of his jaw flexed as if he were grappling with the words he wanted to say. Finally, he looked over at me, his eyes piercing.

“I love Ava and I always will, but I can’t deny she could be a bitch, especially to you. That caused friction between us, especially right before she died. I regret that, but it doesn’t make me feel guilty for touching you. I’ve always liked you, Camille. It just didn’t seem a good idea to go after you given what I have waiting for me after I graduate.”

And there it was. The reason I hadn’t wanted to stay in his arms too long. “I get it. You’ll be the head of the Irish mob.”

His mouth tightened. “Exactly. You and me? Fooling around is fine. Fucking is great. I care about you and I want to enjoy you. I want you to enjoy me. But that’s all it can be.”

I’d known it already, but he’d just made it crystal clear. “So why would you want to move in with me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll get clingy?”

“You won’t. If anything, I’m going to have to fight my way to getting to know you better, just like I had to fight to finger fuck you.”

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