Page 56 of Kane's Bounty
Lena walked into the living area and started pulling the brush through her long dark hair. As if he were her shadow, he followed behind.
She plunked down on the couch with one leg folded under her and continued to brush out her wet hair. “When my mother was eighteen, she ran off to see the world. She landed in Europe and backpacked her way from country to country. She met my father in Spain. His name was Javier Cruz. They were married when she became pregnant.” She shrugged. “I guess they were happy. He died in a motorcycle accident when I was five and we moved back to the US to live with Gran.”
She put the brush on the coffee table. Kane sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap. Immediately she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“How did your mother die?”
“Cancer. She died three months after her diagnosis.” The sorrow in her voice created a heaviness the permeated the room.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.”
They sat there for a long time, holding each other. Her fingers traced paths along his shoulders and neck. Paths she probably thought were innocent, but every touch was driving him crazy. If she could feel how hard his cock was under her round ass, she gave no indication.
The side of her head rested against his. He turned to look at her and her lips covered his. She nibbled first his top lip and then the bottom. A low groan sounded from deep in his chest. His body throbbed with desire.
“Is this why you demanded a room at the Mandarin Oriental?” he asked.
Her smile was slow and sultry. “Would that be a bad reason?”
He had her on her back in seconds. His knees sank into the soft cushions of the couch as he straddled her and then leaned down so his face was not quite touching hers. “It would be an excellent reason.”
She giggled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Her hands caressed up his back and then down his straining arms. She continued over his pecs, grazing the nipples. His breath came faster and he pressed his straining cock between her legs. The hotel robe had fallen open, leaving her completely exposed below the waist.
She made a noise that was something between a sigh and a moan. He wanted to hear it again. He slid down her body until his mouth hovered just above her smooth pussy. His fingers caressed the soft, freshly shaved mound and down to the tender skin surrounding her slit. “I like this new look.”
“Mmm, I like what you’re doing with your fingers.”
One side of his mouth tipped up in a crooked smile. He slid one finger between her soft folds and touched her clit with just the slightest caress.
Her breath caught in a little gasp. It was another noise he wanted to hear again and again.
He spread her lips so he could see her pink glistening flesh. “This is so pretty.”
Another little gasp escaped her open mouth. Her head was thrown back against the arm of the couch. One of her hands gripped a pillow and the other rested at the opening of her robe.
Kane reached up and pulled the terrycloth tie at her waist. The bow came apart easily and one side of the robe fell open, revealing more warm, creamy skin and one perfectly round breast. Her dark-pink nipple stood out, ready for attention. Immediately she gripped her tit, tugged on the sensitive tip and emitted a cry that had his cock jumping.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Lena.” He circled her clit with one finger.
She gasped. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
He laughed. “I want to make you come. I want you to come so hard that when you scream, the FBI agent outside the door rushes in to check on you. I want you to come so many times, the front desk calls for security to ask us to be quiet.” He slid the same finger up and down between her lips, circled her clit and dipped the tip inside her wet slit.
Her breath came in short, high-pitched gasps. He didn’t know if it was his words or his touch, but her body responded completely.
When her mental barrier fell, he felt the nudge against his own mind. He did nothing to access her thoughts. He added a second finger and squeezed her clit between the two digits, then pressed the bud before circling it and sliding the two fingers inside her wetness.
Her head thrashed from side to side and cries and gasps continued to pour from her mouth.
Suddenly she sat up and grabbed his hand.
He stilled and looked up into her intense dark eyes.
“I don’t want you in my head.”
“I know.” It hurt him when she said it. He wasn’t sure if it was because she thought he would invade without an invitation or just the sound of those words coming from her. He didn’t really know why, but her words injured him.
