Page 11 of Kane's Bounty
“Lena,” he whispered against her skin.
She looked down to find her blouse unbuttoned. They were in the open. People might see what they were doing. The idea both excited and intimidated her. “Let’s go inside, Kane.”
He smiled up at her. She knew he could sense her excitement over being exposed, but he didn’t press the idea. Kane stood up and backed into the room, never taking his gaze off her.
She followed him step for step. He was luring her in and she had no desire to run away. She’d been running for over a year, running and hiding. Now she just wanted to enjoy something for a little while. She knew it wouldn’t last. Soon she would either be running again or dead, but for just a short time, she could pretend she had a normal life. A life where a man and a woman go on vacation to Mexico and make love without a care.
The last few days had been the worst since her initial escape. “Would you mind terribly if I took a shower? It’s been a long couple of days.”
“Can I join you?” His eyes looked as if they were blue flames.
The idea made her nipples hard. She nodded. “Just give me a minute.”
The bathroom had both a huge shower and an enormous jetted tub. Lena locked the door, stripped and carefully removed the stones from their hiding place. She pulled the stopper for the sink and rinsed the soft cloth and the stones hidden within. Under normal circumstances, she would never have kept them hidden inside her for so long. However, she’d put them there while she went to meet John Porter. She could have removed them on the airplane, but she wasn’t sure about Kane. She hoped she could trust him, but the only way to know for sure was to trust him.
She turned the shower on and unlocked the door.
The first spray of hot water was as if time itself had stood still. She let the jets pummel her head and shoulders, soaking her hair and rinsing away the grime and worry.
She hadn’t heard him enter, but she knew he was there all the same. Keeping her eyes closed, she waited and relished the sounds of his clothes rustling and knowing the moment he stepped into the doorless shower. The air changed. He took up space in a way she’d never felt before. He consumed the area around him. How could he catch fugitives when his presence was so extreme?
Her thoughts and questions abandoned her as soon as his fingers grazed her hip. She took a step back and came up hard against his chest and abs.
His cock pressed between them. His hands gripped her waist and she couldn’t help looking down to see his skin against hers. He reached forward and took the soap from the dish, discarded the paper wrapper and rubbed it between his hands in front of her. He slid his soapy fingers along her chest and down across her tits, swirling around her hard nipples before palming them and moving to her abdomen.
“Mmm, Kane, that feels so good.”
“You’re beautiful, Lena.”
His hand slid lower, cupping her pussy.
She sighed and widened her stance just a little.
His soapy fingers slid between her lips and over her clit.
Lena gasped. Her knees started to tremble.
Kane wrapped his other hand around her middle, clutching her to him while he teased her most sensitive spot.
Lena gulped for air. Water poured down over them, rinsing away the suds.
His fingers circled her clit, then slipped back farther, dipping into her pussy. It had been too long. She couldn’t hold back. The first tremor of her orgasm erupted and Kane pressed hard with his fingers. Her body contracted and pulsed, and all the time, he held her tightly against his body.
When she could breathe again, it was still a few moments before her legs could hold weight. She turned toward him and looked up into those eyes. “Sorry, it was a little fast. It’s been a long time.”
“It was perfect,” he said. “I’m going to make you come a dozen more times, Lena.”
His promise sent goose bumps rushing down her body. Her lower abdomen contracted at the thought of so much pleasure.
Kane still held the soap and proceeded to wash her from shoulders to toes. He then washed himself.
She couldn’t take her gaze away as he slid his hand down his ripped abs and grasped his long, hard cock. She stood mute, salivating and wanting to take his shaft deep in her throat.
“I won’t stop you.” He was still holding his cock and smiling.
Her eyes snapped up to his. “You really have to stop listening to my thoughts.”
“Not a chance, baby. They’re so dirty. I don’t want to miss a thing. Besides, when they’re so intense, it’s as if you are yelling them through a bullhorn.”
