She was supple beneath him, warmth and welcome. He slid his fingers from her heat, letting them glide over her clitoris, dragging a low moan from her.
Then he shifted and pressed the head of his cock against her opening. She was so damned tight. Hot. Wet. He thrust inside, feeling the easing of her muscles as she opened to the invasion. A coil of raw pleasure made him groan.
He hooked her knee, brought it higher, opening her still more, and she sucked in a breath as he pushed fully inside her, feeling her close around him, tight and lush.
Angling her hips, she took him deeper, matching his pace. He took his time, long, slow thrusts that made her gasp and arch beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, then sliding lower to clasp his buttocks and pull him deeper still.
*
He overwhelmed her. He ruled her. And she let him, the pleasure coming over her in waves. Amber rode each one higher, closer to the edge.
Rising up on his outstretched arms, he watched her face as he took her, and she watched his. He was beautiful. Primitive. Everything she had ever wanted, ever dreamed of.
The fringe of wet, spiky lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. His eyes were so dark they looked black in this light, beautiful, deep, glittering with something she was afraid to acknowledge. Something that found its match in her heart.
She felt the heat and the power of him as he moved inside her.
Lowering his head, he drew on her nipple, a languid tug that turned into something more. A sharper suction, then the gentle stroke of his tongue that sent pleasure streaking through her veins.
Her eyes flew open, and she gasped as he scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh, then licked her gently. She clung to him, moving as he moved, meeting each thrust, hungry and wild.
He reared back, his expression savage, his hips moving in perfect rhythm. With a moan, she gave herself over to him, to the rhythm and the pleasure of his thrusts as he drove into her in rough, hard strokes that made her whole body sing.
A raw sound tore from deep in his throat, hard-edged pleasure and animal lust, and he moved in long, full strokes, harder, faster, until she unraveled, her body clenched tight around him.
Ecstasy rode her senses, blurring her thoughts. Her awareness left as her orgasm rocked her, going on and on. With deep, full strokes, he rode her through it and then she felt him shudder against her, his orgasm trembling through him.
Panting, he dropped his head, nuzzling the curve of her neck. She felt liquid and light, as though she were floating. At the same time, she felt wonderfully, incredibly alive.
She thought she might have dozed, though she had no idea for how long. Drowsy, replete, she lay there, and only slowly became aware that he was moving, kissing his way down her body, teasing her to awareness, taking his time.
He took her again and again through the night, driving them both over the edge.
And finally, she slept, wrapped in the safety of his arms.
*
When Amber woke, the sun was high and Kai was sitting on the foot of the bed, fully dressed, holding a tray with two steaming cups of coffee.
Pushing upright, she held the sheet against her breasts.
"You don't think it's a bit late for modesty?" he asked, dark eyes narrowing.
"It is, isn't it?" So she dropped the sheet.
With deliberate care, he set the coffees on the dresser. "They'll get cold," he warned.
"Then we'll drink them cold."
He rose and pulled his shirt over his head, baring his naked torso, lean and hard. Her pulse kicked up and she looked her fill. He slid his fingers to his jeans and took his time slipping the button free, pulling the zipper down.
Then he raised his gaze to hers, and cocked a brow. "More?"
"Let me." She scooted forward and curled her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. His skin was warm, her fingers cool. She smiled as she felt his muscles jump beneath her touch.
Slowly she worked his jeans down his legs, taking the time to kiss his belly, the arc of his hip bone, the bulge of his erection through his boxers. She kissed his muscled thighs as she worked his jeans down to his ankles.
He kicked them free and was on her in a millisecond, his hands trailing fire, stirring her senses and her heart. He made love to her with his lips, with his hands, with his body.
In the end, she lay sprawled atop him, breathing raggedly, heart singing.
They drank cold coffee and ate Danishes so sweet they made her teeth hurt.
Then they showered together, and dressed in clothes Kai had bought in town. Nothing fancy. Jeans and T-shirts. She was surprised at how well he'd judged her size. And she was glad not to have to put the clothes that had been drenched the night before back on.
"I want to take you to Toronto," he said when they were ready to leave.
Her heart gave a hard thump against her ribs. "Why?"
His jaw tensed. "I want to talk to a guy by the name of Big Ralph. I want to know why Asmodeus sent his crew after you."