Page 25 of Kane's Awakening
“No, don’t hold it back. I wanna hear you,” he said, gripping my side with one hand and bracing the other on the headboard as he angled his body to hit that sweet spot inside me over and over.
So, I let it out, letting the pleasure travel all through me and release in audible moans of praise for him.
He shuddered and rested his head against mine, his body quaking as he came.
Afterward, he pulled out and discarded the condom before falling back on the bed beside me, out of breath and with a thin layer of sweat glistening on his chest. I flipped to my side and studied him, taking him all in. The longer top of his brown hair was darkened in the places it was damp.
“That was uh…” I exhaled and smiled when his eyes flashed to mine. “Intense.”
The best sex I’ve ever had.
“I get that a lot,” he responded in a husky tone, giving me a satisfied smirk.
As irrational as it was, his statement made my ears prickle. There was no reason to be jealous. He wasn’t mine.
I wasn’t sure if my face gave away my internal feelings, but Kane then grew a bit serious and broke eye contact.
“To be real, though, it was intense for me, too,” he admitted, resting his arm on his stomach. His hand lightly moved up and down his ribcage. A simple action that he probably did mindlessly, but one that enticed me nonetheless. “I’ve fucked a lot of guys, but that was…” His stare returned to mine and held an almost curious gleam, as if there was something about me he couldn’t understand. “Different.”
The small trickling of jealousy vanished and I smiled at his words.
Then it hit me that it was that weird time after sex, one where I didn’t know how to behave. Was he going to leave like he did last time? Were we allowed to strike up conversation? He’d said he wasn’t into relationships, but what about friendships? Surely, we could have sexandbe civil to each other afterward too.
“You wear glasses?” Kane asked, catching me off guard.
“Huh?”
He arched a brow as he picked up my reading glasses from the bedside table where I’d placed them and my copy of Sherlock Holmes.
Crap. I’d been in such a rush to make sure the house was cleaned before he’d come over that I hadn’t even thought about that small detail that could show my age. Not that I was old. But older than him? Definitely.
“I only wear them when I read,” I answered a bit self-consciously.
Kane nodded and sat them down. He grabbed my book and studied the front, a grin forming on that too handsome face.
“So you’re into detectives,” he stated, still smirking, and started flipping through the pages.
“Maybe.”
He looked at me, and I had to remind myself how to breathe. I used to think his eyes were just green, but in that moment, I saw faint signs of gold and orange flecks around the pupils. A kind of hazel with a more prominent green hue.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked and sat the book back on the stand before wiping at his face. “Do I have a booger in my nose?”
I laughed at his bluntness. “No. There’s no gold in the mine. I just…” I looked at him again and struggled for words; tried to think of anythingbutwhat I really wanted to say. “You’re just beautiful.”
So much for not saying what I wanted.
Something sparked in his green-gold eyes—a mixture of joy and awe—but he then averted his stare and got off the bed.
“I better go.” He retrieved his boxers from the floor and slid them on before doing the same to his jeans and shirt. Once dressed, he looked back at me. “Uh, thanks for tonight. It was fun.”
“Sure,” I responded, feeling bashful at my nakedness now that he was dressed. I pulled the sheet up to cover myself. “Yeah, it was. You can stay the night if you want.”
I didn’t know what possessed me to say it because I knew he’d refuse even before I finished the sentence.
“Nah, I need to head home,” he said. “Early shift tomorrow.”
“Ah, okay. Yeah, that’s probably for the best. I have an early morning, too.”
Lies.My first appointment wasn’t until eleven.
Kane hesitated by the bed, and I guessed it was because he didn’t know how to say goodbye. Which if so, I wondered how a man who’d had as many one-night-stands as him could possibly still have that goodnight awkwardness.
He surprised me by leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“Goodnight, Ryker.”
I didn’t get the chance to say it back before he walked out of the room. The front door opened and then shut, leaving me in silence once again.
