Page 77 of When He Fights
She frowned.“Kane?Are your stitches okay?”
He bent and pressed a kiss to her soft lips.“I have no clue if the stitches are okay or not.”They’d been the last thing he thought about.“I just know fucking you is like sinking into paradise, and having you is worth any pain in the world.Sure as hell worth a few popped stitches.”Then he scooped her up against him.
Her right arm curled around his neck.“This isnotthe way to stop stitches from tearing!”
Yeah, but who cared?It was the way to carry her.And carry her, he did.Back to the bedroom.Back to the big bed.He lowered her carefully into the middle of the mattress, nestled her there among the rose petals.Then he frowned.“Stay right here.”
She blinked.Frowned.
Oh, shit.That had sounded growly.He amended, “Please?”
She quirked a brow.“Am I stayingalonein the bed?”
“Just for a second.”Like he could leave her alone for longer than that.
“Fine, but the bra is coming off.”
Sweet hell.He double-timed it to the bathroom.He half-expected to find a heart-shaped tub waiting.But, no.Just a shower that filled up three-fourths of the bathroom space.He yanked on the water, had steam pouring out, then he rushed back to collect Ana.
The bra was, indeed, a thing of the past.He staggered to a stop and stared at those pretty, tight nipples.Nipples that he needed to feel in his mouth.Against his tongue.That he was dying to taste and suck and she was so sensitive when he sucked her nipples.
Could he make her come from nipple play alone?Oh, he would love to know.
“Kane?”
Right.He shook himself out of his stupor and scooped her up again.
Her mouth brushed against his ear as she chided, “You are going to pop a stitch.”
His head turned toward her.He brushed her mouth with his.“I don’t give a shit.”
Soft laughter from Ana.Then, “You’ll care when you have to get stitched up again.”
Nah.He wouldn’t.He took her into the bathroom and eased her under the warm water.Not too warm.He didn’t want it too hot for her.He followed her inside, lathering up his hands.
“Kane!”Real alarm now.“Stitches!How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?”
He kissed her and put his slick fingers between her legs.He cleaned her completely and made her come at the same time.There wasn’t any other talk about stitches, but hedidtry to avoid letting the pounding water hit that particular area of his body.An easy enough task because he wasn’t trying to get clean.
He was enjoying the hell out of stroking her.When Ana came around his fingers, when she squeezed him so tightly and he could feel the quake and shudder of her orgasm, he intended to just keep working her core.He intended to hold back on his own pleasure and glory in hers.
He’d just fucked her.
But…
But her lashes lifted.
Steam drifted around them.
Water droplets slid down her cheeks.“I want more than your fingers, Kane.”
Hell, yes.
So he did take her again.Even as she’d finished one orgasm, he was lifting her up against the tiled shower wall.He was lodging his dick at the tight entrance to her body, and he was pushing it in.Squeezing it inside her tight heat and loving the way she felt around him.
Losing his mind because the pleasure was so intense.Because she gripped him so well.
Because he was fucking his dream.
