Page 12 of Kane's Bounty
The shower had a small concrete bench set into one end. Lena perched herself on it and told him without words he should bring himself over.
Without hesitation, he stood in front of her, cock at lip level. She pulled him deep into her mouth and opening her throat to take him much deeper.
He groaned loudly. “Ahh, Lena.”
She let him slide slowly out of her mouth while using her tongue to stimulate his taut flesh. He escaped with a pop and her tongue swirled around the head, dipping into the slit at the top for an instant before pulling him deep again.
With each deep intake, he said her name. She loved the way he said it as if she were some deity or saint. The feel of his cock sliding deep in her throat had her own juices gushing.
He suddenly took a step away. She looked up at him. He was out of breath.
She asked the question without saying a word.
“I don’t want this to be over too soon, baby. I want to feel you pulsing around me when I come.” He reached down, turned off the shower and offered his hand. She took it and they stepped out of the shower.
She grabbed a towel and dried off while watching him take his wallet out, pull a condom from within and tuck it in his palm. Then he turned to the sink. He looked down into the water where her stones lay soaking, then looked at her. He was dripping on the tile floor, but didn’t seem to care. She half expected him to grab the stones and run, but he just turned and pulled a towel down from the shelf above the toilet.
He had to be the strangest man she’d ever met. First, he’d dragged her out of a bar and tossed her over his shoulder as if she was a sack of potatoes. Less than twenty-four hours later, he was seducing her. Maybe she was seducing him. The lines had become blurred. The only thing she was certain of was she wanted Kane Lakeland more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life. Even at the beginning with Oscar, it had never been so intense. She had never yearned for him the way she did for Kane. In fact, her relationship with Oscar had never been about sex. It had always been about the stones. Even before she knew they were what he wanted, it had not been about sex.
“You can touch them if you want,” she said, referring to the stones.
His mouth pulled up, but just one corner. “I think I’d rather touch the place where they were hidden.”
“Don’t you even want to know what they are?” She moved close to him.
He rubbed the towel over his dark hair. It spiked out in every direction. Then he tossed the towel over the rack and reached up to smooth his hands over his hair. He looked completely comfortable with his nudity. Why shouldn’t he? His body was lean and muscular. His shoulders were broad and a smattering of dark hair covered his chest. “Lena, I won’t lie and tell you I’m not curious about five little pieces of shiny rock that would make a man as powerful as your ex hire a psychic army to find you. I just have other things on my mind at the moment.”
“Other things?”
He wrapped his arms around her and tossed her towel to the floor. “Yes, other things.” He bent his head and his mouth covered hers.
His lips magically glided over hers, demanding and coaxing at the same time. There was no doubt in Lena’s mind Kane wanted her. He may have also wanted her gifts, but for the moment it was her body he desired.
Her hands made their way to his shoulders. His grip on her waist tightened and he lifted her feet off the floor, backing them out of the bathroom. His power and strength should have frightened her, but his lips were so gentle, nipping and sucking each of hers, one at a time.
She mimicked him kiss for kiss. When the tip of his tongue breached her lips, she touched it with her own. He moaned and devoured her mouth, plunging his tongue in and swirling it with hers.
When he broke the kiss, they were both gasping for air.
She looked around, surprised to find he had not taken her to the bed. Her feet had never touched the floor. He set her on the small glass table in the kitchen of the luxurious suite. The cold glass shocked her at first, but then she allowed the coldness to heighten her arousal.
Pressing her knees apart, Kane stepped between them. His cock stood out from his body, perched at her wet opening. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the sight of his shaft only millimeters from her pussy. She could feel her juices filling her as her clit tightened in response to his coming thrust.
She wanted him deep inside her, longed for the pleasure-pain that would rip through her when he first slammed into her, stretching the unused muscles. She leaned back on stiff arms. The glass table felt cold against her hands, but still she never took her eyes away from the place where they would join. Why was he taking so long?
He inched closer and the thick head touched her sensitive flesh, but went no farther.
She groaned and slid her ass forward on the table, silently demanding he take her.
Kane leaned his head down and kissed her neck and shoulder. He was teasing her. His mouth left a trail of heat from the pulse at her neck down her chest. His mouth closed on her nipple and she screamed. Tugging on the hard bead sent a shock of electricity shot from her nipple to her clit. His nipped and swirled his tongue around the areola.
She arched her back, wanting more. Her eyes closed and her head fell back.
He rewarded her by giving the same attention to the other nipple.
Trembling with need, every moment was sweet torture.
His mouth pulled away and she heard the scrape of a chair against the marble floor. It was a struggle to bring her head forward, but seeing him seated between her legs as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her pussy was worth the effort. He licked her as if she were an ice-cream cone.
