Then he kisses me.

Chapter 12

Kane

A Family Man

I enjoy how Chloe tastes while kissing her. The addictive mixture of tastes sends shivers down my spine, and just like that, I’m hard again.

Her fingers are clawing at my back and arms and hair, demanding to take control of the situation. I let her take control the first time, so this one is all mine.

I catch her both hands in one hand and pin them on the bed above her. She struggles against my hold, but I don’t let up, knowing she probably wants to control me again by giving me another orgasm without being able to come inside of her.

I kiss down her chin and then neck until I get to her shoulder and collarbones. I feel the crazy thumping of her heart against her ribcage when I kiss down the valley between her breasts. And when I trail my lips to kiss her peaked nipple, she starts to twist her body underneath me.

Her moans are unchecked, and her struggle increases, so I free her hands. They immediately go to push the back of my head quickly against her breasts as she whispers, “Don’t stop.”

One of my hands snakes down her body to cup her hip before caressing a path to her inner thigh. I go even further up to the warm spot between her legs, and it’s dripping wet already.

Without wasting any more time, I slip two fingers into her warmth, relishing the way her muscles spasm around them. Slowly, I start pumping in and out. Meanwhile, I switch to the other breast and make sure to take care of her other nipple with my tongue the same way I did the first. My fingers don’t stop in pleasuring her wet spot, either.

Soon, the way she twists her body becomes more intense, and her cries become louder and louder. From the way her inside clamps around my fingers, I can tell she’s about to climax.

"Kane!" she screams, gripping my hair so hard that I wouldn't be surprised if strands of my hair fell off.

Her thighs quake, and her hips buck as the orgasm begins to seep into her every muscle. However, much like last time, I stop my moves. But before she can react, I impale her with a much harder and larger part of me, groaning when her tender inside muscle part to welcome my entry.

Chloe moans loudly as she comes; she collapses and shudders on the bed. Her core drips as she contracts every now and then from the force of her orgasm.

I thrust in and out of her slowly, waiting for her to descend from her high. Her mouth is halfway open, and strands of her hair are stuck to her sweaty face. Her eyes are closed as she pants loudly, the occasional moans escaping her lips.

I lean down to kiss her temple and wipe off the moisture on her brow, “Come on, baby. We’re just getting started.”

She opens her eyes and stares up at me. Her icy blue orbs have lost the edge that was in them for the past few days, and she now looks relaxed.

“Feel better?” I rumble, watching her nod as she’s too breathless to speak. I can imagine the feeling of nursing the itch that got finally scratched in the most satisfying way.

Our eyes are locked on each other as I push my hips into hers, gyrating at an angle that makes her tense. I hit her sweet spot a few more times, and she resumes her delicious moaning once more. At the back of my mind, a voice warns me she’s being too loud and could wake Skye up. I push it back, focusing on pleasing my woman the way she likes it best.

Her eyes widen, and her legs shake sporadically as another orgasm coasts the borders of her nerves. I also start to tingle everywhere, feeling the exhilarating feeling creep in closer and closer and closer until we both can’t hold it back anymore.

We climax together amidst noisy moans and grunts. Chloe’s eyes are rolled back so far into her head that her pupils are barely visible for some moments.

She’s so unbelievably beautiful in the throes of pleasure.

I empty my load into her, shuddering as I do, before collapsing on the bed beside her. As we try to catch our breaths, I fold her into my arms and place her on top of me. Sweat touching sweat, breaths mixing together, and our heart rates syncing as we meld into each other.

The faint scent of vanilla filters into my nostrils, and I breathe it in deep. When micro strands of hair tickle my nose, I’m forced to crack open my eyes to see that I’m nuzzling into Chloe’s blond hair.

A profound sense of contentment envelops me like a comforting blanket. I find myself daydreaming about waking up this way every single day of my life.

Her supple body is tangled in with mine, and I can’t tell which limb belongs to which, only that we’re waking up in each other’s arms for once. And this time, she had better not give me any bullshit about it being a mistake.

I kiss her hair and breathe in her scent. The first rays of sunlight filter into the room via the half-closed blinds, and I sigh when I think about having to get up.

Do I even have to go to work today? I’m the boss. I can decide to skip any day and…

Hold up.