Page 82 of Kane's Awakening
Kane had kept his word the night before and hadn’t tried to have sex. We’d gone to his house and had talked a little before watching a movie that we’d both fallen asleep to. I’d woken up around midnight and had moved us to his room.
However, that morning, my body was revved up and ready to go. It wasn’t so much the sex I craved, but the closeness to him.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Kane flipped around and pushed me back on the mattress. His gaze focused on mine before he slowly leaned down and kissed me. He placed his arms on both sides of my head—barricading me beneath him—and his kisses grew heavier. Hotter.
“How much time do we have before I have to drop you off?” he asked, biting my bottom lip and grinding his hips into me.
We’d decided the night before that he’d take me home on his way to work. I’d already be dressed since I brought my suit, so it’d be a quick drop-off to get my car and go.
“An hour,” I answered on a gasp as he moved down my chest and took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked.
My dick jerked and I arched my back, craving more of his touch.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, pulling from my nipple to study me, moving his hand down my abdomen and to the waistband of my sleep pants. “I wanna hear you moan as I fuck you, Rye. Don’t hold back.”
And I didn’t. Not that I could’ve even if I’d wanted to. The way his body moved inside mine was just too mind-blowing, and by the end of it, I’d moaned and whimpered so much my throat was a little sore.
“Why in the hell do we have to go to work?” he asked and rested his slightly damp forehead against mine. “I want to stay in bed with you all day, every day.”
I smiled. “Because we’re adults and we have to make money. Otherwise, I’d let you keep me in this bed all day.”
“Do we have time for coffee?”
I shifted over and looked at the time on my phone. “Not to make some. But we can stop on the way.”
We got out of bed after that, and I started the water in the shower, letting it warm before stepping inside. Kane came into the bathroom and began fixing his hair in the mirror, and I glanced around the shower curtain.
“Aren’t you going to shower?”
He shot me his cocky grin. “Nah. Smelling you on me all day sounds much better. Besides, there’s not enough time for both of us to shower, and if I get in with you now, there’s no fucking way we’ll ever get out in time.”
“Good point,” I replied, my body stirring at the thought, which was baffling since he’d just banged me so good I should’ve been sated for a while.
He focused back on his reflection and grabbed his cologne, spraying it on his shirt. “Plus, I’ve jacked off to the thought of fucking you in there way too many times.”
I shook my head and stepped back under the stream of water. I couldn’t properly enjoy my shower, so I quickly scrubbed my body with the shower gel he had in there, rinsed, and got out.
When I stepped out onto the mat, Kane moved his gaze up and down my nakedness. His stare darkened, and I knew that hunger in his eyes all too well. In three strides, he closed the distance between us, pinned me against the wall, and devoured my mouth as his hands journeyed down my wet sides.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my lips before giving me another toe-curling kiss.
His hands moved to my front and stroked my dick. I groaned and leaned my head back against the wall. At the exposure of my throat, Kane licked up the side of my neck before gently nibbling my ear.
“Kane… we… we can’t…. ah, damn. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come, baby,” he purred against my jaw. As his hand pumped my length faster, he licked down my neck.
My senses were on overload—the amazing pressure of his hand, the feel of his tongue and soft lips, the way his breath feathered across my skin and sent goosebumps down my arms and legs. My body hummed with desire and exhilaration.
When he reached the base of my throat and sucked, I entwined my fingers in his hair and held him in that spot, whimpering as my release inched closer.
That’s when he stopped. Before I could complain, he fell to his knees and took me into his mouth. He moved a hand to my backside and swirled a finger around my hole, and that, combined with his lips stretched around my dick, did me in.
I gasped as my body convulsed, and I cupped the back of his head. His gorgeous green eyes watched me as he swallowed every drop.
After I was spent, he pulled back and wiped at his mouth, smirking.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come,” Kane said, standing up and leaning against me once more. He nuzzled my jaw before kissing me; his lips unhurried. Afterward, he rested his head on mine. And he just stayed that way.
The action tugged at my heartstrings, and I wondered if somewhere—deep inside of him—he cared for me in the same way I was beginning to realize I cared for him.
