Knowing he wouldn’t be able to focus, Kane clipped out a quick, “I’ll have to call you back,” before he disconnected the call.
He watched as she grabbed up one of the fluffy white towels that had been left on the patio table and wrapped it around herself while he tried to keep himself from lurching into motion. She probably had to go to the bathroom, or simply cool down, he told himself. She certainly wouldn’t welcome him jumping on her like a depraved lunatic simply because she’d shown a bit of skin.
He would have thought that the sheer number of naked women he’d seen in his lifetime would have desensitized him to the sight, but none of those women had been his dragon.
As she moved toward the sliding glass doors, saying something over her shoulder to Morgan and her brother, Kane positioned himself on the other side of the kitchen island in an attempt to hide the raging hard-on straining noticeably against his fly.
When she came through the door, her eyes went immediately to him and she smiled, showing him the bundle of clothes she’d grabbed on her way. “I thought I’d get out before I pruned up. Not to mention, I’m starving again.”
He had something she could snack on…
Clearing his throat before he accidentally uttered that thought aloud, Kane instead asked, “Do you remember where the bathroom is?”
Sophia nodded and tip-toed out of the kitchen, attempting to limit the amount of water she dripped on the floor. Not that Kane cared. She could flood the damn place if it made her happy.
Standing there, he gripped the countertop and closed his eyes attempting not to picture her peeling away that bikini and exposing every luscious inch of herself just yards away from him. It didn’t work.
His vampiric hearing picked up a little chuckle and then a louder, “Um, Kane?”
“Is everything all right?”
Another little self-deprecating laugh. “I seem to be stuck.”
Oh, hell no. She did not just say that. Sophia St. John, the object of his fantasies did not just imply she wanted him to come help her undress. He was imagining it, he was… At the door to the bathroom before he even finished that thought.
Her back was to him, the white towel pooled around her hips as his eyes drank in a gorgeous swath of lickable flesh interrupted only by the ties of her bikini. Her arm lifted above her head to hold up the tail of hair to show him the crux of her predicament.
“It’s knotted,” she told him.
Licking his suddenly dry lips, Kane’s fingers shook as he lifted them to the knot at her nape, and while he told himself to focus on the tie, the job at hand, anything but the skin he wanted desperately to touch, his hands had a mind of their own. His fingertips skimmed ever so gently over the nape of her neck and down the length of her spine.
He heard the hitch in her breathing, but it was her shiver of pleasure that was his undoing. One moment, her back was to him, and the next, he’d kicked the door shut, turned her so her back pushed against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, as his mouth devoured hers with a hunger he couldn’t seem to leash.
He may have eventually regained control, may have pulled back, even apologized if her response to his possession hadn’t been so enthusiastic. Her hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer, her mouth moved under his with fervor and heat that only escalated his need as her tongue licked against his.
The towel had slid from her hips, replaced by Kane’s hands as he gripped the back of her thighs. Lifting her, he turned her once more so she was sitting on the ledge of the sink, her knees spread wide as his hips settled against the cradle of her pelvis.
Her fingers pushed at his leather jacket and he vaguely heard it thump to the floor as she began yanking at his T-shirt, pulling it free of the waistband of his jeans. That stubborn knot that had begun this heated exchange was no longer an issue as Kane used his fangs to bite through the tie. He’d apologize later for the destruction should she insist, but he certainly wasn’t sorry as he cupped those small breasts in his hands, felt those stiff little nipples against his palms.
With a growl, he bent to take one of those stiff peaks into his mouth, suckling greedily as Sophia hissed through her teeth, her hands moving once again to the back of his head, urging him to continue.
Her hands didn’t remain there and it was his turn to hiss as she made quick work of the zipper on his jeans and released his erection, gripping it firmly in her hands, stroking the length. His head kicked back, his eyes meeting hers, eyes that were no longer a soft brown but a vivid green flecked with gold, the pupils dilated in her passion but not round, not anything human. The sight cranked up his excitement even further knowing that the predator within her was so close to the surface.
His own eyes went red, his fangs throbbing in his mouth with hunger. He wanted to bite her, penetrate that fragile skin at her throat with his teeth, taste her blood as he penetrated her hot core with his cock. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his tongue licking over her pulse as his fingers slid under her bikini bottoms. He nearly shuddered with bliss at what he found. Slick, hot folds met his fingertips, and that bundle of nerves at the top of her sex was swollen with need. She gasped out a breath as he touched her there, stroking her slowly.
Her hand gripped the nape of his neck with impressive strength while her other hand worked his erection, pumping it, bringing him so close to the edge…
“Hey, Kane? Where are you?”
They both froze at that unwelcome shout, their strained breathing the only sound as Morgan continued, her voice coming closer. “We want to see this place now that it’s furnished.”
“I’ll kill her,” Kane groaned against Sophia’s throat. “I can make it look like an accident.”
Chapter Fifteen
Sophia let out a breathy little chuckle at Kane’s murderous thoughts. Honestly, she was feeling rather homicidal herself. She’d been so close to coming she’d almost screamed at Morgan to go away, probably would have spit fire at the Born had she barged in on them.
As Kane leaned away from her with keen regret written all over his face, Sophia immediately missed the press of his body against hers, and only grudgingly released the erection she was still gripping in her hand. An erection that, it happily turned out, was nowhere near tiny, and if the foreplay was any indication, Kane certainly wasn’t a lousy lover either. Bonus.