Page 16 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

“Oh. Oh… goodness, Kane.”

Circling, rubbing, dragging his tongue through my wetness, his massive shoulders bunch under my hands. The muscles are knotting, vibrating, heating as his husky groans grow ragged.

His licking, biting at me, gets even more insistent. I’m being ravished.

I almost scream from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Mmmmm, fuck, I love your taste. Just like I knew it would be. Mmmmm.” He hums, sending shockwaves of vibration through me as he works his right thumb along my seam. “You’re so tiny, babe, I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna fit.”

An awareness hits me like lightning. Kane is a big man, standing a head above all the other guards who work for my father. A giant among giants.

Given that I have no experience with male anatomy beyond books and random dick pics that have popped up on my feed, I have no idea what to expect.

Without realizing it, I must tense. And not in a good way. Kane freezes, his gaze snapping to my face. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?” He gathers me closer, his expression locked in concern. “Talk to me.”

When he brushes my hair back and kisses the spot above my heart, I know that I’m in serious trouble. Kane isn’t just big and protective, he’s so gentle and attentive. He’s so perfect I decide I have to be totally honest with him.

“I’m nervous about…” Whew, this is HARD to talk about. “How this is going to work? You’re so much bigger than me.”

For a beat he stares at me, cogs turning in his mind. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I should have explained.”

Grimacing, my face starts to tingle with heat. “I mean, I know it works—people of all sizes have sex together.”

His large hands are wrapped around my bare waist now, and my gaze falls there, where he spans my whole body. Gulp. He’s a beast. “Will it…”

Kane loops my legs around his waist, moving into the space between my spread thighs, cradling me to his warm chest. His beard prickles my cheek as he puts his mouth near my ear. For a beat, he just holds me.

There’s a hot press of tingles behind my eyes. So this is what intimacy feels like?

Heart cartwheeling, I’m glued to him, anticipation and uncertainty unfurling all the way to my belly.

Then he begins to speak in a low, warm tone. “You’re perfect, Eagle. I’ll help you relax, and you’re going to take me like a dream. It’s natural to be worried, but I promise I’ll take care of you.”

The cartwheeling inside me stops. A single throb passes through my heart. Sure. Knowing.

In that instant everything changes. The worry vanishes.

I’ve never felt more safe in my life, even though I’m naked and he’s not. I’m smaller and he’s strong and big, rough around all his edges, built like a modern-day warrior.

“I trust you. I’m sorry, I just got in my head.”

He chuffs, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s on me. I’m the experienced one. I should have been more aware of your feelings. This is all new to you.”

Not scared, but a little shy, I whisper, “I don’t want you to stop.”

He shifts, taking my face between his palms. “I don’t want to stop either.”

There’s a full-body sensation sweeping through me like warm honey when he kisses me this time. My confidence grows as it seeps out and out to my fingertips.

Kane rumbles when I find the bottom of his T-shirt, desperate to feel the rows of his abs that are visible through his clothing.

Thankfully, the man helps me get his shirt off. He’s grinning when I inhale swiftly at the sight of him.

“My god.”

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