Page 38 of Fatal Collision
I squeeze my thighs together and bang my head against the back of the wall.Screw you, Kane Ravencourt.
Why does he arouse me this much? I don’t get it. What is this deviant part of my brain that he lit up that day in his office when he overpowered me and I pulled my gun on him?
My hand trails south, and my teeth sink into the flesh of my lip. Don’t judge me for touching myself, okay? It’s not ideal.
Trust me, I’m aware.
But I can’t help how my body reacts to Kane. As it turns out, the guy has a direct link to my clit.
The phone vibrates again, but I ignore it, slipping my fingers beneath my waistband. The slickness there gives me away, every nerve ending alive beneath my touch. I imagine how intensely he watched me that night while stroking himself. Kane practically vibrated with the desire to take control of the situation.
Which was so hot.
I part my pussy lips and trace my fingers through the slickness and over the sensitive pearl. The boys’ voices drift through the thin walls, and Jackson’s raucous laugh sounds above the heavy base. For once, I’m gratefulthey are loud and can’t hear the breathy moan that tumbles from my lips. I bite down on the plump flesh, but it’s already too late. The moan is out.
Circling my sensitive clit, I picture Kane’s expressive eyes… that hungry glint darkening the blue sky when he’s aroused.
The way that look says,‘Just you wait, little rabbit.’
I whimper, reaching underneath my tank top to squeeze my breast as my core coils tighter and tighter. The orgasm is slowly building, swirling between my legs. My hand moves faster, chasing the touch of him. He’d like this, wouldn’t he? Knowing I can’t touch myself without thinking of him. I slip two fingers inside my wet heat, pumping slowly, imagining Kane’s devilish touch.
The way he fingerbanged me like he wanted to prove a point. Rough. Fast.
Touching me like he owned me.
“Kane,” I whimper, and my back arches.
Close. I’m soclose.
“Come for me, princess,” a voice whispers in my ear, and I almost die of fright, but before I can let out a startled scream, a large hand clamps over my mouth.
Kane studies my face with an intensity that, if he didn’t scare me so much, could have pushed me over the edge. The pulse between my legs almost outmatches my racing heart. Whatever he sees when he looks at me like that must please him because his lips twitch.
“You’re fucking yourself and thinking of me? What a pleasant surprise.”
I try to shake my head, but he grips my face harder.
“A waste, don’t you think? You could have replied to my texts. I would have come over to help scratch that itch.”
Kane has the most expressive, yet somehow mysterious eyes. Like the deepest trench, with all its secrets buried there for anyone brave enough to dive in. The chances of coming out alive are slim. I can already feel my conflicting emotions crashing in on me from all sides, and there’s no escape.
“Let me see your fingers,” he says, and my eyes flare.
No, please, no. He’ll see what he does to me. I’m already humiliated enough. How did he get in anyway? Through the window?
I try to peer past him, but he jerks my eyes back to his.
“Shhh, princess.” He peels the quilt back while my brother and the others continue talking in the next room. The door is unlocked. What if Chris comes in? He rarely knocks, no matter how many times I shout at him. One of these days, he’ll see something he won’t be able to unsee.
Warm fingers wrap around my wrist, and Kane is bringing my glistening fingers up between us, making my cheeks heat.
“Did it feel good, baby?”
Honestly? I’m dying inside. Kane’s eyes gleam with a possessive hunger that makes my toes curl and awakens something primal I didn’t know was so… starved. On one hand, I want him to go to hell. We don’t know each other well. We’ve barely had a conversation.
On the other hand, screw that shit. Let’s ravage one another. The electric energy between us crackles like it’s alive, and all I can think about is him and his hands on me, his mouth on my nipples, his cock splitting me apart.
The ache between my legs becomes too much, so I close my eyes. Kane shouldn’t behave like that. He can’t just climb into my bedroom without permission. That’s not okay. I should be furious about it. I mean, that’s a major red flag, right? Although right now, I can barely even think about that. He has me so scrambled and aroused that all I can think about is his hot mouth as he wraps it around my fingers.
