Page 18 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

“Damn right it is. I’ve got work to do.”

“I thought I was going to do the work… to lick you,” Eagle whispers, embarrassment in her tone.

Rolling so we’re on our sides, her front to my front, I pull her leg over my waist as I murmur, “I’m excellent at multi-tasking.”

Sixty-nine comes to mind. But what would a virgin think of that?

“Oh, um, how should I…” She licks the seam of her lips.

“Do anything you want.”

“I want to kiss your stomach.”

Christ. My gut ripples, my cock getting impossibly long. “Go for it.”

I roll to my back, savoring the slow perusal she gives my abs as she scoots down my length.

I clock the instant she realizes what my chest tattoo is. Her eyes widen, her lips parting as her nipples get even harder.

“This is an eagle tattoo…”

Here goes everything.

“I wanted something that made me think of you. I knew if I couldn’t have you, at least I could hang onto the memory of how you make me feel.”

Staring at my ink, her eyes get misty. The first brush of her lips over the tattoo’s wing rips a ragged moan from my throat and a split through my heart.

By the time she kisses lower, her tongue dragging tentatively over my Adonis belt, dipping into my navel, I’m panting. It feels like I’m sprinting.

My cock is on fire. Seed slamming up toward my head like a battering ram.

“You’re gonna make me bust, sweetheart. That feels so fucking good.”

When her hand cups my shaft through my jeans, I turn into a human electrical wire.

“God, babe. I can’t take it any more. Rub my dick through my pants, you’ve got to relieve the pressure.”

“What if I take it out first?”

“Don’t!” I bark. “No. Do not take it out. Not until you’re ready because I’m battling for control right now. If that barrier is gone between my dick and your dripping wet pussy, I’m gonna be too rough on you.”

She looks startled for a second. “Why does that turn me on?”

I stare at the ceiling, trying to get my heart back inside my ribcage. “How about we not talk about that right now.”

“Okay,” she breathes, but then Eagle climbs her sweet, sleek body on top of me, her mouth crashing into mine.

It’s on. It’s so fucking on. My hands grasp her ass as she kisses me wildly, testing the way to use her tongue to make me even more insane.

The woman is trying to break me.

When my fingertips reach all the way around to her pussy, she shudders in my arms, never breaking the kiss. She’s ripe as a fucking peach.

I have to get inside of her. Now. Now. Now.

Easing my finger into her heat, I slick through her folds, my hips bucking when that warm, wet channel locks around me.

“Kane, that feels so good,” she breathes against my mouth. “I’m fluttering inside.”

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