Page 47 of Shadow Lies

ChapterSixteen

Kane took note of the city glittering against the dark of night outside the hotel window and sighed. “I should go.”

The food was eaten. The call had been placed to Charley. And the plan, however flimsy, made. There was no reason for him to remain—except that he wanted to.

Alexis’s eyes met his. “Do you have to go?”

Did he? Technically, no. He wasn’t a monk, but he was an invited guest at the monastery. Of course, any chores he was responsible for would already be done by this time of night.

As he fought his guilt over missing chores and considered his options, Alexis stood and headed towards him. “Stay. Please.”

She reinforced her plea by straddling him where he sat and sliding her hands around his neck. All unfair coercion that worked to bombard his already weakened self-control.

He slipped his hands around her hips and then lower as she leaned in, hovering just shy of his mouth.

It was more than any man would be able to take. Even one who hadn’t been living as a monk for a year.

Pulse racing in anticipation, he nodded. “Okay.”

He was helpless when it came to this woman.

Her lips on his were like a drug. Her tongue sliding against his broke something inside him, setting him free.

Pressing her down on him, he tipped his hips up and met her in the middle. The pressure of her against his hardened length was unbearable. The only thing that would ease the ache would be plunging inside her.

She must have had the same idea. She fumbled between them, trying and failing to get beneath his top and to the waist of his pants.

“Let me take this stuff off,” he said.

Her eyes looking unfocused, she shook her head. “No. Leave it on.”

It hit him why. She’d said it before. His Wushu pants and top turned her on.

“Are you having a seducing the monk fantasy?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she answered, her voice husky with desire.

“I’m not a monk,” he reminded.

She ran a hand over his shorn head. “Close enough.”

He couldn’t help but smile. “All right,” he said.

Then he tried to ignore that her fantasies made what they were doing seem like even more of a slap in the face to the Shaolin values he was ignoring.

As she snaked her hand into his pants and grabbed his length, his head fell back against the sofa. His eyes slammed closed as he groaned his approval when she stroked him.

He silently swore to be extra contrite and dedicated during prayers when he returned. But for now, he was going to enjoy this woman and all her body did to his.

She slid off the sofa to kneel on the carpet between his knees and somehow managed to gain access to his cock while not removing his pants or top.

He opened his eyes and would have insisted on taking his clothes off if he still had control of his mind.

As it was, when she slipped his length between her lips there was no hope for him saying anything.

He abandoned the idea of stopping her so he could get undressed. He wasn’t going to do anything except push the bottom of the tunic aside so he could have a better view while he watched the beauty of her loving him with her mouth.

When she opened those ethereal eyes and met his gaze, he knew he wasn’t leaving here anytime soon.

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