onslaught of sensation that Kane’s brief
touched ignited. She was aching for his touch, his kiss, and anything else he
could give her.
From
the instant he had pressed his lips to hers, her body had caught fire, every
nerve ending tingled, begging for the man to do to her what he had done to her
so many years ago. She couldn’t find her voice, or she would have been begging
him, pleading for him to ease the pain that came from wanting him.
When
he forced her bra down, Lucie gasped. And when he lowered his head and sucked
her nipple into the white hot depths of his mouth, she cried out, pulling his
head closer to her breast as he suckled desperately before easing off and using
his tongue to bathe her with his tongue. As she held him to her, she watched, captivated
by the sight of his mouth on her skin, the feel of his tongue as it rasped over
her hypersensitive nipple.
“Fucking
hell,” Kane growled the words, the echo heard through the room and deep in her core
where her womb spasmed with need. “You taste so fucking good.”
He
pulled the other cup of her bra down just as aggressively as the first,
releasing her other breast while he pinched her nipple, sending fiery shards of
pain ricocheting from her nipple to her clit.
She
remembered this about him, remembered how he took what he wanted, making sure
to pleasure her along the way, but he never disguised the hunger, the need, and
he wasn’t gentle. But Lucie didn’t want gentle. She wanted Kane – the
dominating, controlling man who made her body burn and her senses reel with the
ferocity that spiraled through her just from his touch.
He
reached around her, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra while he
sucked her completely into his molten hot mouth, before easing back, his teeth
gently nipping her painfully erect nipple, sending additional rockets of fiery sensation
through her body.
When
her bra was finally removed, he took a step back, admiring what he had
revealed. And yes, Lucie could see the approval in his stormy gray eyes, and it
only intensified her need.
“Take
off the rest of your clothes.” The words were a demand that left no room for
argument. Without haste, Lucie found her fingers fumbling on the button of her
slacks just as Kane began to do the same on his own, only he didn’t seem to be
having any issues.
Although
it took her longer than him, only a few seconds slipped by before they were
both standing completely naked in the steamy bathroom, and Lucie couldn’t stop
herself from ogling the intensely sexy lines of his body. His chest was broad,
each plane of muscle outlined, deliciously defined, as were each ripple of
muscle on his stomach. Lucie wanted to spend a few hours outlining those individual
slabs with her fingers and her tongue.
He
was beautiful.
Kane
took her hand, breaking her concentration on his magnificent physique, pulling
her into the shower/bath combo before closing the flimsy curtain. The next
thing she knew, she was sliding across the slippery tub, her body colliding
with his beneath the warm, pelting spray that did nothing to soothe her already
overheated skin.
He
tilted her head up, using just one finger beneath her chin, his eyes focused on
her mouth as he swiped his thumb over her bottom lip before locking his gaze
with hers again. “I’ve dreamed about your mouth on me. I want to feel your lips
on my cock, sucking me.”
The
seductive, raspy pitch of his voice made the words sound even more erotic than
they should have. Lucie didn’t bother to tell him that he’d spoken almost those
same words the last time she’d been in his arms, but they had been in his
kitchen, not the intimate confines of the shower.
“God,
baby.” Kane exhaled sharply, pulling her mouth to his, thrusting his tongue
past her lips, forcing her to fall into him so she wouldn’t fall to the floor.
His touch was overwhelming, but his kiss was all consuming.
When
he slid his hands into her hair, pulling her head back and
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