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He smirks and grabs the hem of my shirt shoving it up over my breasts, then breathes out a ragged breath. “Motherfucker. I knew you had big tits, but I didn’t know they were… fuck me running Jennifer–”

“What?” I’ve never been this exposed to a man before. I have no idea what he’s thinking.

“You don’t have a clue, do you?” His intense stare shifts and I can see the heat behind it. He likes what he sees, my thick curves and all.

“What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. “I’m going to kill the little prick for not showing you how goddamn beautiful you are,” He says before leaning down and sucking one of my hard nipples into his mouth, making me moan and wiggle beneath him. He switches to my other breast and hooks a finger in the side of my panties and starts pulling them off. Once my panties are down my legs, he throws them across the room then begins kissing down my stomach, his hands gently caressing down my sides. I want to push him away as much as I want to beg him to keep going. My stomach flutters in anticipation. Oh my God, is he really going to do what I think he is?

He moves down my body so that he’s kneeling in front of me, his hands resting on my knees, his eyes staring at my center. “Jesus, Jennifer. You’re fucking perfection,” he says reverently.

Perfect? No. But he is. His entire body is muscle on top of beautiful, sculpted muscle. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life and he’s looking at me like he’s about to devour me in one bite. All he has on are a pair of black cotton boxer briefs. His thickness is poking out of the top begging to be free. My core aches fiercely, needing him to do something to take away thedelicious pain. He’s the only one who can, because the only one who’s ever made me feel this way.

Once he moves closer, his hands running down my thighs, I clamp my knees together without thinking. I can’t let him do this. Can I? In all my years I never thought we’d be here right now. Now that we are, I'm speechless. Confused. What the hell is happening? Why me?

A muscle ticks in his cheek and he looks pissed, but he doesn’t make a move. After a few moments of staring at me intensely, his expression changes. There’s still heat behind his eyes, he still wants me, but now there’s a look of understanding. “I see that you’re scared, Angel.” He rubs circles with his thumbs on the inner sides of my knees and I begin to relax. “But I’m the last person you have to be afraid of. I’d never do anything to hurt you. You tell me to stop, I will, no questions asked. But if you want this to happen Angel, all you have to do is open your sweet thighs and let me in. All I want to do is make you feel good.”

My knees fall open like his words were the key to the lock. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl,” He murmurs, kissing down my thighs until he’s lying on his stomach, face first with my core. “Do you know how good you smell?” He asks, running the tip of his nose between my folds. I shake my head, watching him aptly. “Like fucking heaven, but I bet you taste even better.” He licks between my lips and groans. “Damn, I love when I’m right.” He says to himself, but I hear him.

I need more, I need him to touch me. To make me feel all the things I’ve never felt before. He doesn’t disappoint. He spreads my lips with his thumbs and licks up my center, his tongue flat. This time he circles my clit with his tongue.

When I whimper with need. He does it again, this time faster and harder. Then he’s pressing a thick finger into my core. He licks and kisses, thrusting his finger into me over and over. “Oh, Kane,” I sigh, then blush when I hear myself.

“That’s right Angel. Tell me what you like. I want to hear every sound.”

I moan, loudly as he pushes a second finger into me and begins to thrust them in and out slowly.

“Kane, it’s too much, too good,” I moan. He speeds up his thrusts and I start to come undone. I’m unraveling around his fingers and tongue. Losing my mind and my heart. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh my God, I need–”

Kane stops abruptly and looks up at me. His dark eyes capture my soul. “What do you need, Angel? Tell me and it’s yours.”

“You,” I sigh.

“You have me Angel, you’ve always had me,” He says, then thrusts three fingers into my core, bites down on my clit, and I fly apart.

The last thing I see and feel is Kane kissing my inner thigh and looking up at me with a look I can’t place.

Chapter Eight

KANE

I should have waitedbefore touching her. Tasting her, feeling her come apart for me was more than I deserved. I’ve been thinking about it for years and finally having her, albeit not all of her, drove me mad with need. Does she know she gave herself to a monster?

There are too many things that need to be said and the last thing I want is for her to feel used or taken advantage of. She means everything to me. I shouldn’t have even slept in the same bed with her last night, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stay away now that I have her in my bed.

My Angel passed out as soon as she came. I have a feeling I might have given her the first orgasm she’s ever had. I’m equally pissed and pleased about that fact. I want to be the one to give her all of her firsts, but what kind of man can be with Jennifer for close to a decade and keep his hands to himself?

I take a quick shower then dress in jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt, and boots. I expect her to wake up at some point while I’m packing the SUV for our trip, but she’s out cold. It’s probably better this way.

When everything is ready to go, I sit on the edge of the bed and run my knuckles down the side of her face. She’s so damn beautiful, so perfect for me in every way. What we shared less than an hour ago confirms everything I’ve felt for her since the moment we met. We’ve shared a connection neither of us has acted on. I wasted so much time trying to be the good guy and do the right thing that I missed all the signs that were there.

I always had a feeling about Marino, and I was right. I regret not shutting down her relationship with fuck face when it first started. I should have looked into him harder, but I thought I was doing what was right by keeping my distance. I was a fool, but not anymore. I won’t take any chances when it comes to her.

Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles up at me innocently, but after a couple of seconds, her eyes widen, and she blushes profusely. “Kane,” she finally says. “Did we?”

I tip my head to the side as I stare down at her. “Did we what, Angel?”

She shakes her head. “Never mind. Just a crazy dream, I guess.”

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