Page 88 of The Reluctant Flirt

His hands cupped her ass, squeezing, teeth sinking into her lower lip as he shuddered beneath her.

“Fuck me like I’m yours,” he muttered against her, eyes lit with lust and a fierce love he allowed her to see. “Fuck me so I forget.”

The memory of her plea their first night together hit her full force. Unleashing the last of her barriers, Sierra reared up, throwing her head back, and rode him hard. Like she was possessing him. Like she was claiming him.

His dick scraped across her sensitive clit. With a blistering curse, he shoved her up, then slammed her down, hitting that magical spot that shimmered deep inside.

“Kane!”

“Come now, beautiful. Give it to me.”

With a scream, she let herself go and the climax gripped her in a brutal wave. He came seconds later, her name on his lips, and then she collapsed on top, still shaking from the intensity of her release.

Their choppy breathing filled the air. The scent of sex rose to her nostrils. Sweat dampened her skin.

Sierra said the words.

“I love you. I think I loved you the moment I saw you at the bar and you talked about our fake kids having lice. I think I couldn’t stand to date another man for years because I was always searching for you.”

She blinked, no longer afraid. Those beautiful green eyes grew damp with tears. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, a kiss of such humble tenderness, her heart finally felt whole.

“Why say it now?” His lips twitched in self-derision. “It wasn’t because I gave you a sob story, I hope. Or orgasms.”

Her smile was trembly but joyful. “Because if you can be brave, so can I.”

Kane didn’t respond. Just held her close while they both settled into the silence, knowing everything had just changed forever.

Chapter Twenty

Kane sat in the sunroom, cradling a mug of coffee. Sunrise had just exploded over the skyline, and the beginning of the day was either giving the world a shred of hope or dread.

Right now, he was experiencing both.

His thoughts triggered to last night. There had been no more games or holding back. No more fear or lies. Kane finally knew exactly what it was like to offer the entirety of his soul to another, and wait for judgment.

Sierra had not only listened, but understood.

She loved him.

His eyes closed as raw emotion surged within. He was a stranger to love. Had not believed it existed until she walked in that bar and changed his life. It’d been a long road to find each other again, but after all this time, Kane claimed the woman he loved.

He couldn’t lose her now.

The light patter of paws rose to his ears. Mo sat on his haunches, regarding him through lazy slitted eyes. “Sorry, buddy. Am I in your spot?”

Whiskers twitched.

“Your breakfast is out and I cleaned your litter box. That has to count for something.”

His giant head cocked. He lifted his paw and began licking it, as if telling Kane he didn’t give a shit.

“Fine. You’ll have to get used to me staying overnight, though. I don’t care if you want to come in the bed later to sleep, but you need to respect our privacy when things are—heated.”

Mo licked the other paw.

Kane sighed. “I cannot believe I’m talking to a cat like Dr. Doolittle.”

Mo finished his grooming and leapt through the air. Kane braced, still training himself not to show fear from those sharp claws, and waited as Mo landed on his lap. He kneaded his legs, circling. Then settled in his crotch, where it was most warm.

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