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Kane unfastened her pants then tugged them down as far as he could, only moving to get them past her knees and off her feet.

Happy she’d gotten new undergarments along with her new outfits, she watched his gaze travel down her body.

His nostrils flared as he drew in a sharp breath through his nose. Then those undergarments were history. Tugged off and tossed aside as Kane moved over her.

The gasp she let out when his fingers met her core was captured by his mouth covering hers. He worked her with his hand until she was keening with pleasure. Until she was bucking with a climax.

His restraint so far had been admirable, but it was obvious that the sound of her coming put an end to it. With a nearly feral groan, he yanked her legs wider, positioned himself between them and plunged inside her. And the pleasure she thought couldn’t be surpassed was.

She wanted this today and every day. And she’d do anything to get it.

Being completely filled by Kane robbed her of her breath and her sanity. He moved over her, stroking inside.

She’d started taking birth control pills in college. Not because she had all that much sex, which she hadn’t, and definitely nothing like this. But because it controlled a painful flow that felt like she was going to die each month. She had never been more grateful for a pharmaceutical as now. She could love Kane, he could love her, freely and with abandon.

Good thing, too, because as his strokes sped and his breaths became pants and then grunts, there was no stopping him now. No room for logistics and rational thought about birth control with them this far into it.

He came with a shudder and a shout. With his back bowed and face raised to the ceiling he seemed as majestic as a dragon. Then he collapsed over her, heavy and spent. She welcomed his weight on top of her, even if she had to turn her head to be able to breathe.

Then, amazingly, Kane began to snore.

ChapterFourteen

Kane woke to the sound of… what was that? A printer?

It took a moment for him to remember where he was.

After a year of waking in the monastery to the sound of one of the brothers banging on a board to wake them all, opening his eyes to see the elaborate hotel room surrounding him was disorienting, to say the least.

It didn’t take long for memories to flood back. Alexis beneath him. Him losing himself in her. Then, nothing.

Apparently, he’d fallen asleep. Not a surprise. Sleep at the monastery was a commodity he didn’t spare much time on.

The question remained how long had he slept?

He glanced at the window and saw the sun still up. That was encouraging, at least. What would the brothers think if he didn’t make it back tonight?

After seeing him leave with Alexis, they’d think exactly what had happened. That he’d returned to the habits of secular life. Returned with a bang.

Speaking of Alexis… Where was she? No doubt, in front of the computers.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he marveled at the feel of carpeting beneath his bare feet.

Glancing around, he located his clothing, but it wasn’t where he’d left it last night. It was folded neatly and piled on a nearby chair. He smiled at that. As well as at the subtle hint she’d left him—a hotel robe draped next to his clothes.

She didn’t want him to go back to his monk-like ways just yet. He had to admit that after what they’d done together, he felt the temptation to stay here with her a little longer.

It was an instinct he’d have to fight or he’d find himself back in the States. Jobless. Shamed. With a black mark on his military record and no sense of who he was or where to go.

But it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy one or two amenities here at the hotel. Thoughts of a hot shower with a plush bath towel had him heading toward the bathroom—hotel bathrobe in hand.

The hot pounding spray felt better than he’d imagined and he spent more time than he’d planned. By the time he coaxed himself out—suitably shamed for wasting water—dried off and dressed, the sun had set.

He made his way toward the living area. They’d have to have the discussion about him heading back. Hopefully that town car was at her beck and call. But when he walked through the doorway the smell and then sight of a room service cart had thoughts of his imminent departure fleeing.

She spun in the desk chair to face him as he wandered to the cart and lifted one silver cover. “Hi. I took the liberty of ordering dinner when I heard you in the shower. It just arrived so it should all still be hot.”

“Thanks.”

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