Page 9 of Kane: One Night with a Biker

“No you don’t, sweetheart.” He groaned.

I snuggled up next to him and ran my palm over his chest. The smattering of hair between his pecs tickled, and I wanted to bend over and press kisses over his skin. Anything to get him to take me, to help make sense out of the feelings burning their way through me.

“I do. I don’t want my first time to be with someone who has no idea what he’s doing. I’ve always had a crush on you, Kane Mitchell.”

He caught my hand up in his, preventing me from exploring. “You’re an angel, and I’m the devil your daddy warned you about, baby.”

“No. You’re a good man. I’ve seen the way you treat Mama Mae and heard stories about the volunteer work you’ve done through your garage.”

“All the good I’ve done can’t fix the darkness in my heart. I come from bad blood and that’s what’s flowing through my veins. I might do a few nice things here and there, but I can’t escape my demons. Not even with the help of an angel like you.” The hard set of his jaw told me he believed every word he said.

“We don’t get to pick where we come from, but it’s up to us to define where we’re going.” I pulled my hand away from his and set my palm on his stomach.

“I wish that were the case.” He made a move to sit up.

I sensed my chance with him slipping away. Desperate, I tossed my leg over his hips and straddled his waist. “It is the case.”

“Abilene, I’m warning you. I’m a strong guy, but even I have a breaking point. You keep this up and I’m not going to be able to hold back. Now be a good girl and let’s get some sleep.”

“I am being a good girl.” My hips rocked against his. I could feel his erection grow underneath me. “I’m going to be so good for you. Just tell me what to do.”

His hands went to my waist. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“I think I do.” I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my nightgown and let the top part of it fall to pool around my hips.

His forehead furrowed, and he closed his eyes. He was right about one thing: he was a strong man and I had every intention of breaking him. At least, breaking him to my will. With that intention in mind, I put my hands on his and slid them up to my chest.

He didn’t move. Not while I used his palms to caress my breasts. Not while I arched my back and ground my hips against him. Not while I moaned his name.

Frustrated at his lack of interest, I let his hands fall away and leaned over him. I thought he was into me, but maybe I’d been wrong. What would a man like Kane want with me when he could have his choice of women? I didn’t blame him for not wanting to waste his time with someone who had no idea what she was doing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to throw myself at you. If you’re not attracted to me, I—”

“Is that what you think?” His voice came out strangled as his hands gripped my wrists.

Tears threatened as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I thought slipping my nightgown down had been a sexy move, but now I felt foolish.

“Abilene, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The only reason I haven’t ripped off your clothes and claimed you as mine is because there’s a tiny shred of decency left inside my bitter heart and I’m trying to do the right thing.”

Relief coursed through me. He wasn’t rejecting me because he didn’t want me. I laid down, pressing my chest against his. “Thisisthe right thing. Can’t you feel how right this is?”

9

KANE

Though I tried to fight the feelings I had for Abilene, I was only a man. A man who apparently had no willpower when she draped her body over mine and pressed sweet kisses to my jawline.

In one move, I rolled her onto her back and ripped her nightgown down the middle. If she wanted proof of how much I wanted her, she was going to get exactly what she asked for. Instead of backing away, her eyes lit up, and she spread her legs underneath me.

My cock ached to explore her heat. Trying to be as gentle as I could, I let my fingers drift down between us. Fuck, she was wet. I could feel the evidence of her arousal through her thin cotton panties. Her hips bucked as I slipped my finger past the waistband and gently pressed against her clit.

I was already a cursed man. I may as well ensure my trip to hell by taking the pastor’s daughter’s virginity. While I teased her pussy with my finger, I bent my head and sucked one of her pert nipples into my mouth. Her moans only urged me on. Knowing I was going to be the only man who’d ever breeched the walls of her pussy made my cock throb.

But I wanted to take things slow and make sure she enjoyed herself. Her tits held my attention for a long time as I shifted my mouth back and forth between them. By the time I kissed down her stomach, she writhed underneath me. I wouldn’t enter her until I’d had a chance to taste her. Before I could pull her panties down her thighs, she’d wriggled out of them. My mouth watered as I hovered between her legs.

“What are you doing?” She lifted her head off the pillow.

“I’m about to send you flying, little bird.” Eager to cover her with my mouth, I nudged her legs even farther apart with my shoulders.

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