Page 34 of Kane's Awakening
“Maybe.”
His grin widened, and he stepped aside to let me pass. I wasn’t even all the way through the door before his dog started sniffing me, and once accepting I wasn’t a threat, started jumping up and begging for some attention.
“Wow, she’s gorgeous.” I bent to pet her.
“She’s my baby,” Kane said, smiling at her.
It was in that moment where I saw a new side to him. He wasn’t arrogant, slutty, mouthy, or anything. His smile was genuine and filled with so much love that it made my chest ache. Whether he admitted it or not, he really did have a sweet side. And of course that thought made me think maybe he wasn’t being honest with me about the whole relationship thing.
He was definitely hiding something. It wasn’t just him wanting no-strings-attached hookups. I felt it in my gut.
I straightened my stance and faced him, staring at his lips. And then I was kissing him, grabbing the side of his neck and crushing my mouth to his.
Surprised, he bumped against the still-opened door and groaned as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer.
I broke away from his mouth. “The door’s open.”
“Fuck the door,” he said before trying to kiss me again. When I didn’t give in, he growled and then slammed it with his leg. “’Kay. It’s closed. Happy?”
I smirked at his irritation. “You’re kind of adorable when you’re flustered.”
“Adorable?” Kane arched his brows and stepped forward, taking a handful of my shirt and tugging me toward him. “I’ll fucking show you adorable.”
Our mouths crushed together, firm and lacking all gentleness. There was no slow build-up like the previous time—no witty conversations or role-play about him being a cop.
Kane gripped my shirt again and pulled me along with him through the house, stopping every so often when we bumped into walls or other things he had blocking our path. Our lips only broke apart when he moved them from my mouth and kissed down my neck to my collarbone.
Finally, we made it to his room. Never having been in his house before, I was unfamiliar with everything, but I didn’t look around or pay attention to anything other than him. All I cared about was having him inside me.
That desperate need for sex was so unlike the man I used to be, but Kane had been many firsts for me, so I shouldn’t have been surprised anymore about the changes he’d made in my life.
He tossed me on the bed before re-joining our lips. The moment was perfect as he lay on me, making out with me like we were teenagers again.
Hewasjust a teenager not too long ago.I inwardly cringed at the thought, but I quickly pushed it from my mind.
Kane deepened the kiss as he smoothed his fingertips down my side. I knew what he was after, and I gave him complete access to every part of me. Clothes were shed, kissing turned to bites and our teeth clanked together at times, touches became more adventurous, and he used his fingers—and tongue—to prepare me for sex.
It was exhilarating. Every moment with him was.
Even through his eagerness, he still took care of me, making sure I was stretched enough before he put on a condom, lubed me up, and filled me. But once he entered me, and my body accepted him, his thrusts grew harder, and he fucked me so rough that the whole bed moved.
Our moans and panting breaths sounded through the room, and we both lost ourselves to the pleasure. When I came, I groaned and gripped his back, dragging my nails down his shoulder blades.
“Fuuuuck,” Kane whimpered and rested his head in the crease of my neck as he hit his next.
I held him as he came, nuzzling my cheek against the side of his head.
In my past relationships, even though I’d cared about the men, I’d never gotten so much enjoyment out of their pleasure as I did with Kane. I’d wanted them to be pleased, yes, but it was justdifferentwith this complicated, sexy, and sometimes annoying man.
Afterward, he pulled out and lay beside me. We were too damn worn-out to move or to even try cleaning ourselves up. He slid his arm across my torso and drew me against him.
The action shocked me. I waited for him to tell me to leave, but he didn’t. He just kept holding me. For the most part, Kane became distant after sex and got all weird, and it took some time to get him to talk—and that was onlyifhe didn’t get dressed and leave right after. But not that night.
That night, he treated me like a lover and not just a random screw. He’d wanted to cuddle the last time we’d had sex, too, but this time was unlike the others.
“Kane?” I was lying on his chest and peering up at him.
His eyes were shut, and he glided his fingertips slowly up and down my back. “Hmm?”
