Page 54 of Second Shot

A small moan escapes my lips. My body aches, and my pussyclenches.

“All you have to do is say one little word, sweetheart, and I’ll ease thatpain.”

“No.”

“Wrong word,” he chuckles, raking the back of his knuckles across the swell of my breast, then cupping it. His thumb twirls my nipple and I trembleviolently.

“Kane,” I moan, my hands rising to his hips. I mean to push him away, but the second I touch him, I know I’m finished. My fingers dig into hisskin.

“Closer,” he growls against my neck, his teeth raking across the sensitive skin. “Sayplease.”

I shake myhead.

“Stubborn,” he mutters, his mouth dropping to my breast, taking my nipple between his teeth and suckinghard.

My knees buckle beneath me, but he holds me up, one hand gripping my ass, the other plastered against the wall, his cock pressed against mythigh.

His tongue dances across my breast, teasing, sucking, tasting. Every lick, every nip, tears away at my self-control.

“You’re mine, Brynne. Your body knows it.” He rises, dragging his thumb across my lowerlip.

I know he’s right. My body betraysme.

“You’rewrong.”

“Terrible liar,” he mutters, dropping his mouth to mine, his lips slow andseductive.

I have no control over my body. Not the way my hands grip his waist, or how my hips press wantonly against his throbbing cock, or the way my nipples turn pebble hard as they press against his hardchest.

“You’ll ruin us,” I say harshly against hislips.

His fingers tangle in my damp hair, tugging so that my chin lifts. I suck in a breath, and he takes the opportunity to deepen his kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, hard anddemanding.

He kissesme.

Hungry.

Possessive.

Angry.

“The only thing that will ruin us is if you refuse what I can giveyou.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up so that I’m straddling his waist. “An orgasm isn’t something to base a relationshipon.”

He grunts, digging his erection harder against mystomach.

I want him so damn bad, my entire bodyaches.

“That’s not the only thing I plan on giving you.” Slowly, almost painfully, he releases me, so that I slide down his body. He presses one last, hard kiss on my mouth, before he takes a step back, erection still straining towardsme.

I have to press my palms against the tiles to keep from sinking to thefloor.

He opens the shower door and grabs a towel, a smirk playing on hislips.

“Whe-where are yougoing?”

“Bed.”

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