Page 23 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

“Aren’t you sore, sweetheart?”

I tug his hand, leading my gigantic alpha hero toward his heavenly bathroom. “Deliciously so. I was thinking we could try something new.”

“New?” He makes a choked sound. “What exactly?”

God. I’m so hot, my face is burning, my pussy clenching. “Well, when you…” I hide my face in my hand.

He drags me to a stop, picking me up, burying his scruffy face against my neck. “Never be embarrassed to tell me what you want.”

When he kisses my neck, bites the super-sensitive spot below my ear, I moan. “Okay. But… this feels so risqué. I can’t believe I’m even thinking it.”

But Kane has been teaching me all the ways I can feel incredible during sex.

“You want me to put my cock in your ass, Eagle?”

When I shiver and whisper, yes, he moans, a hoarse sound leaving him. But then he’s moving toward the bathroom, his warm laugh shaking us both. “I’m your man.”

He snags the bottle of lube he bought for me off the counter as we go.

THIRTEEN

Kane

Oh, this is not happening here. “We fit in this tub fine, babe, but I need you in my bed.”

“Not enough room to work?” she teases.

“I need to see everything. Feel me?”

I think of the mirrored door on his closet, and start panting. “Okay.”

Carrying me into the bedroom seems effortless for Kane. He lowers me to my feet, carefully placing each of my hands on the footboard, positioning my butt in front of his hips, right in front of the rigid length of his cock.

I gasp when he drops several beads of lube between my cheeks, rumbling his pleasure at the sight.

Nudging my feet apart with his foot, he rests a hand over my mound, his middle finger sliding along my clit.

Instantly, I’m struggling to catch my breath. Kane always does this to me, turns me on so much I’m barely able to function.

“Every inch of you, sweetheart. Love every damned inch. And this…” He dips his finger into my channel. “Sweetest fucking pussy. But your little back entrance is gonna be pure heaven.”

Somehow Kane keeps pressure on my clit, curls his finger into my g-spot—a new place he taught me about—and uses his other fingers to glide up and down between my cheeks. The tease is so perfect, my butt naturally lifts toward him.

“More,” I breathe.

He lubes me up, then slips a finger through, deep, making me shiver and whisper, “Yes.”

I’m edging closer, higher, heat pooling in new places, craving something I am not familiar with.

Kane’s breathing hard. His fingers dip, stroke, moving over my clit and my pussy when he takes hold of his cock with his fist.

This is when I see him in the mirror. God, he’s gorgeous. Every single bit of his focus on me, looking down, his face rigid, strained.

I’m shocked at what I see when I shift my focus to me. My hair is loose and wavy from the steam in the bathroom, but it’s the look in my eyes. Dreamy, aroused. Hungry.

Breasts swinging, my body is glistening, nipples peaked. We’re hot. Erotic even. I never knew the appeal of mirrors before, but now I get it.

“Putting my head inside you now, Eagle. Breathe through it, I’ll be really fucking gentle.”

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