Page 85 of Perfect Order
He slides his hand in the front and yanks me to him. A wicked smile crosses his face, one I recognize from our play the other night on the phone. I wheeze out a breath that doesn’t go unnoticed. His fingers wedge between the band of my jean shorts and my skin. “Oh, God. Kane.”
I begin to pant and have to clench my thighs together to prevent a rush of wetness from just the slightest touch of his fingers against my bare skin.
Hot? Forget hot. His eyes are flaming blue, and I’m ready to be burned. Judging by the way he backs me toward the open door, he is too. “Let’s find out.”
As soon as we cross the threshold, Kane sweeps me over his shoulder and heads for the first bedroom he can find.
By the time my back hits the bed, my sister’s killer could present his or herself gift wrapped in handcuffs and I might not remember why they were there. Maybe, maybe if Lee herself was laughing at me from the doorway, I might recall something beyond moaning Kane’s name.
Other than that, I’m not certain.
I’ve had sex, even good sex. Kane’s hands and mouth on me are beyond that. His heat and hunger are diving into the core of my heart and amplifying my emotions back at me a hundred times. It’s need spiraling out of control at its most basic level.
His lips caress my jaw, down the line of my throat to the sensitive juncture where my shoulder and neck meet. It elicits divine shivers. His hands begin slowly divesting me of the clothing I hastily threw on in LA in my hurry to get to him.
But I forgot what else was beneath.
His hands and lips pause as he reaches the stiletto strapped to my kidney. He draws in a deep breath before it shudders out. Pushing the eject button, he tests the quick release before sliding it back home. Without a word, he removes the harness.
“Kane,” I start to explain.
He shakes his head. “You do whatever you have to do to remain safe, Crash. I don’t care what that takes.” Moving over me slightly, he drops the rig onto the side table before capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. “You being alive is all that matters.”
And just that easily, I slide the rest of the way into love. I whimper as I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. While I engage him in a bruising kiss, Kane busies himself tugging down my shorts, leaving me mostly naked before him. When we come up for air, I breathlessly inform him, “You need to catch up.”
A fingertip scrapes over the lace bralette and thong I’m left in. “I wish we had days to explore.” His voice is filled with regret.
“We will,” I promise him.
He gives me a crooked smile before he stands and quickly yanks his shirt over his head, revealing powerful muscles that clothes mask. Toeing off his shoes and socks, Kane quickly shoves down his slacks, revealing, like the night we were on the phone, he’s commando. My eyes immediately latch onto that part of him that seems to throb on its own. He croons, “Ah, Leanne. I feel like I’ve waited forever for this.”
His hand drops down as he strokes himself, reenacting our phone call from the other night. “Oh, is that what you want?” I taunt. I stretch back across the bed and slide one hand to my breast and start slowly sliding the other hand lower when I hear a low growl.
And feel a large object in my way.
Kane’s head has already beat my hand there.
His lips cover my bareness, first sucking me entirely into his whole mouth. Then he parts my folds and begins flicking at my distended nub. I arch my back, both hands plucking at my nipples. “Uhh.” And then my hands slap the side of the bed when he slides one of his thick fingers inside of me.
Preparing me.
For him.
For us.
Another finger joins the first as he surges up, his lips still wet with the taste of me as he consumes me with a fierce kiss. Words are unnecessary as I wrap myself around him. Mine. Yours. The necessary commitment doesn’t need to be reiterated just because we’re physically touching. I’ve already given this man my body.
This time it just happens to be in person.
His head drops, and he captures the tip of one of my aching nipples. I cry out as he feasts on it, his fingers still moving diabolically inside of me. The deep pulls combined with his fingers drive me closer to orgasm, but I’m fighting it. Just like the first time, “I want it to be with you, Kane.”
He slides his fingers out slowly. My greedy body doesn’t understand what my heart does—that I need more than just a release. I need completion. Spreading my thighs, he nudges his hefty cock against my folds. “Do I need protection, Crash?”
At first, I don’t hear him. I’m too busy staring at his swollen lower lip. I lean up and lay my lips against it before I fall back, panting, “It’s so close, I just want to bite it.”
“Bite it when I’m inside you,” he says raggedly. “Do I need protection?”
“No, I’m on the…”
