Page 56 of Second Shot

She doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her heavy breaths, fast and uneven. Her fingers are fisted in balls at the edge of her long shirt. I’m not sure she’s even aware that she’s pulling it up, her knuckles sliding across herthighs.

“Touch yourself, Brynne,” I command. I know if I demanded her to come to me she would. But I can see it in her eyes she’s not ready. She still doesn’t trust me. And when I take her, I want every shredded piece of her heart. “If you won’t touch me, sweetheart, then touchyourself.”

Shedoes.

I almost come when her fingers dip under her panties and her eyes closebriefly.

“Are you wet?” I know sheis.

“Yes,” she whimpers, licking her lips, her hand starting to move rhythmically in time with myown.

“Tell me what you fantasize about,sweetheart?”

“You,” she moans. “Alwaysyou.”

Finally, sometruth.

“Show me. Come for me,Brynne.”

I know she’s close, I can hear it in her breaths, see it in the dark depth of her pupils. When she lets out a small cry, her body trembling, hips rocking against her hand, my own release spurts across my stomach in a rush that has stars dancing behind myeyes.

“Oh,fuck.”

She reaches out for the doorframe to steady herself, legswobbly.

I roll out of bed, taking three long strides to reach her, then scoop her up against my chest and carry her to mybed.

“Kane,I-”

“Shut it, Brynne,” I say, laying down beside her. “I didn’t get to fuck you. The least you can do is let me sleep withyou.”

She lets out a small laugh and shakes her head. “God, you’recrude.”

“You loveit.”

“And sticky.” Her hands are on my stomach and chest as I lean overher.

I glance down at my abs, the evidence of my orgasm still wet against mystomach.

“Give me your t-shirt.” I tug at thefabric.

“No.” She holds it down when I try to lift it over her head. “Why?”

“For once in your life, can you notargue?”

She sighs, then lets me take it offher.

I use it to clean myself up, then toss it on the floor before turning and drawing her back against my chest. The only thing separating us is the lacy fabric of herthong.

“What are you doing?” She tenses, and I can hear the tinge of fear in her voice, and I know I’m pushing her boundaries. We may not have had sex, but that was just asintimate.

“Cuddling.”

She snorts and tries to twist in my arms, the friction against my cock making it stiragain.

I slap her thigh gently. “Stop that, unless you’re prepared to have me balls deep in you tonight. I held back twice now. I don’t think my self-control will last a thirdtime.”

She sucks a breath in and goes still, which gives me the opportunity to wedge my thigh between her legs, and nuzzle my nose against herneck.

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