His face is flush, and his mouth is opened slightly. His rapid breathing is noisy through the opening, and he groans when his finger hits my clit and I jerk my hips roughly against him. His eyes are almost completely black from his dilated pupils when he moves his study from my body and meets my eyes.
“Now feel me,” he commands, and in one rapid burst of energy, he has our positions flipped and I’m screaming his name as he thrusts into my body violently. My headboard slams against the wall, the wood audibly making a noise that tells me it’s about to break.
He continues the forcefulness as his body powers into mine. Both arms locked tight, he’s holding his body up from the mattress and giving me a view between us.
“Fuck, you were made for me,” he rumbles. “Look at how you take me, Willow. See how beautiful it is when I fuck you hard and each part of your soft body welcomes every powerful inch of my hard body. Goddamn, this body was made for mine. Made for me.”
His voice is raw, the exertion of his movements bringing out the hunger we both feel. The frame of my bed continues to complain when his speed picks up and I’m unable to look away from the sight of him taking me deliciously hard. My body tightens harshly and my limbs lock as a tidal wave of feelings breaks over every inch. I hear him grunt, stutter in his thrust in, and my body locks even more.
My throat feels sore as I scream his name and a whole bunch of other incoherent gibberish as I splinter into a million pieces. When I hear his own roar of pleasure, blackness is edging around my vision and the last thing I remember is hearing how much he loves me.
I step out of the shower and run the towel over my sore body. A sore body that I hope always feels this way.
Well used and well loved.
I can hear Kane speaking on the other side of the bathroom door and shiver when the deep, rough tones hit my ears. We had spent the morning wrapped around each other, but after he made me pass out with the force of our coupling, we haven’t made love again.
Made love. Yeah, that was without a doubt what we had shared earlier. The intensity of it was like nothing I’ve ever known possible. It was worth every day of foreplay that we had built toward that moment. We shared everything I had never known to dream of between us, and I’m still feeling the aftershocks of it.
Wrapping the towel around my body, I open the bathroom door and walk into the bedroom. Kane turns toward me and gives my body a long, leisurely inspection before I get his dimple and handsome smile. He’s pulled his jeans back on, but besides that, he’s still bare for my eyes.
He walks over and leans down to give me a kiss. I can hear the feminine voice through the phone pressed to his ear and wait to see whom he is speaking to. He seems off from his normal, calm self. He’s moving like Kane, giving me the attention I have become used to, but something in the way his body is pulled tight has me on edge.
“No, Mia, we leave tomorrow. Late flight so we can finish getting Willow’s things settled with the movers.”
Ah, Mia.
I actually really like Mia, even though I tried hard not to in the beginning. We’ve been able to form a friendship over the last month and a half. The first time I spoke to her was weird. It was awkward because I know there is something Kane hasn’t told me about her—about their relationship. I believed him when he told me that they were just friends, but it still bothered me that he held something back. But he asked me to trust him, so I have.
That first phone call was clipped and hesitant on my end until she laughed in my ear and gave me what I needed to let go of that hesitancy I felt toward her. Her words, and I quote, were, ‘I can hear you worrying, but let me address the rumors that are out there about Kane and my relationship. He’s always treated me like a little sister. He’s always been protective and because of that, and our friendship, the media’s always had it in their ass about us having something more.’
Hearing it from her, even though I believed Kane when he told me the same, helped to ease my mind. Sure, it wasn’t an emphatic no, but it was a denial. Since then, we’ve talked on the phone a few times. I wouldn’t say I’m going to start inviting her to girls’ night, but I enjoy the chats we do have. She makes it hard not to like her.
“All right, I’ll tell Willow, but I know we’re going to be busy when we get in. There isn’t much time between our arrival and our first day on set. There’s more work than not at this point since Willow is still getting everything that Sam hadn’t completed in order. Why don’t you let us settle in for a day or two and then we can talk?”
He lets out a soft rumble of laughter, his eyes darting to mine before he rolls them dramatically. Something within his gaze makes a chill run down my spine. I can’t put my finger on it, but just as quickly as it was there, it vanished.