“I’ve never met her.” He gave me an incredulous how am I still inside your apartment right now look.
“You should do something about that.” I reached for the fuzzy blanket hanging on the back of my couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.
Kane’s eyes held mine as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing the blanket around both of us.
“I’m glad you told me,” I said softly.
He let out a ragged breath. “I just never thought . . . you’d still want me. You’re such a good person, Viv.” He wrapped his hands around my waist and I smiled.
“You are, too. You guard your goodness like a secret. But I see it.”
He pulled me in close, his eyes brimming with emotion. My breasts pressed against his warm, hard chest just below his heart, where I saw a letter ‘B’ tattooed.
“For Brooklyn?” I whispered, tracing it with a fingertip.
He nodded and I stretched up on my toes to kiss him.
His kiss was hot and hard. Insistent. Demanding. The fire inside me roared back to life. We were hands and mouths and a tangle of desperate need. The blanket fell to the floor, forgotten. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth. After just a few seconds of trying to unclasp my bra, he muttered a curse and pulled the back straps apart until they gave way with a snap.
I was breathing hard as he took in my bare breasts, flicking his tongue over one nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it.
A moan tore free from my mouth as the soft hair of his beard and his warm, wet mouth turned my nipples hard and deliciously sensitive. When he tugged one between his teeth, I sank my nails into his shoulders and cried out for more.
I tore open the snap of his jeans and fumbled with the zipper, wrapping a hand around his throbbing erection as I pushed his jeans down with my other one.
“Ah, fuck . . .” He groaned and let out a hard breath against my neck as I stroked him.
He shook his jeans free from his legs, cupped my bottom with his hands and picked me up. My apartment was small, and he walked us into my bedroom with no direction and set me on the bed, climbing over me. After another long, hard kiss that made me feel the opening notes of an orgasm trembling between my legs, he pulled back and sat on his knees between my legs, looking at me.
“Spread those legs for me, beautiful,” he said in a low tone. He wrapped a hand around his straight, hard shaft and stroked it.
I watched him, mesmerized. The ink of his tattoos bespoke the path he’d walked to get to me. A skull and crossbones on his hip. His daughter’s initial on one side of his chest and the words ‘Sine metu’ on the other. I’d learned Latin in college and I knew it meant ‘without fear’.
And that was how I felt as I drew my legs apart, my eyes never leaving his. In this moment, I was fearless. I wasn’t worried about heartbreak or conscious of my brazen position before Kane.
I was sexy in his eyes. His raw, primal expression as he stroked himself drove me into a frenzy for him. I needed him and he needed me. Nothing else mattered.
My hand made its way between my thighs but Kane pulled it away before I could touch myself. I groaned and writhed as I reached for a drawer on my nightstand and withdrew a condom.
When I handed it to him, he ripped it open and put it on, using his knees to push my thighs even further apart.
“It’s been a long time for me,” I said softly. “Be gentle.”
He leaned over me, taking my nipples into his mouth one at a time.
“I don’t know how to be gentle, Viv. Especially not now.”
With a single thrust of his hips, he was completely inside me. I gasped loudly and grabbed his shoulders. He filled me so deep I wasn’t sure I could take it, but as soon as he drew back, I wanted more.