Page 73 of Second Shot

A heartbeat later, my back is pressed firmly against the mattress and his hulking form hovers aboveme.

Everything between us has always been tense, volatile, but there’s none of that in his eyes right now. What I see makes my chestache.

Acceptance. That’s one thing he’s always givenme.

Love. I’ve tried so hard to deny it, but it’s there, blazing in the bluedepths.

But it’s the possessiveness, an almost primal look of ownership that makes metremble.

“I-”

“No more talking,” he growls out, crushing his lips againstmine.

His kiss is wild.Feral.

He moves between my legs, his hips pressed against mine, and I wiggle beneath him, moaning with the friction against my already pulsingclit.

I wantthis.

Him.

Alwayshave.

Slowly, he undresses me. His fingers are hard, callused, and deliciously rough against my sensitiveskin.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, taking his time, kissing every inch of mybody.

I half expect, half hope for him to take me hard and fast. With all the tension that has simmered between us for so long, I wouldn’t have blamed him. What I don’t expect is the way he watches me, as his fingers, his mouth, his tongue dance across myskin.

My hips arch upwards as he slips a finger inside me and his tongue licks across myfolds.

“Kane,” I say softly,breathlessly.

His mouth devours me. He sucks and licks at my swollen clit until I’m moaning for more. For all ofhim.

I plunge my fingers into his still damp hair, and pull slightly. “Kane,please.”

Blue eyes meet mine, and he grins, before giving one last lick that makes my entire bodyquiver.

“Please, what?” He crawls up my body, wedging himself between my thighs. “What do you want,Brynne?”

He’s going to make me sayit.

“You,” Iadmit.

His lips twitch up, and he places his palms beside my shoulders, holding himself above me, the swollen crest of his cock teasing myentrance.

I grip his hips, my nails digging into his skin as I wiggle beneathhim.

“Then you accept my terms?” He lifts aneyebrow.

He wants me here. In his bed. Everynight.

I want it,too.

“Yes.”

His mouth is back on mine. And I feel some of that steel-like self-control of hisslipping.

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