Page 144 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

The cunning, sexy smirk on his face tells me I’ve already given myself away, but my pride butts in. “I… I don’t know what you mean.”

His eyes rake over my naked figure once more. “I think you do.”

I feel so damn vulnerable like this, with him fully dressed while I’m naked.

“Spread those legs for me,” he instructs,still unmoving.

He’s not serious.

He wants to make me come again?

“What?”

A low growl rumbles in his throat. “Spread your fucking legs, Hadley.”

“But I—”

He’s climbing on top of me before I can conclude my sentence, parting my thighs as far and wide as he can. I’m still ridiculously turned on, and satisfaction tears through his eyes when he zeroes in on my pussy.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, guiding two fingers near my entrance. He doesn’t push them in all the way, driving his fingers just deep enough to coat the tips with my arousal.

I know my body’s betrayed me from the way his eyes flare. “Legs over your head.”

My skin is on fire. “I’m way too sensitive. I can’t do this again.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out of me. “You can. And you will.”

I can’t breathe, my body shuddering with need.

“Hadley, legs over your head. Now,” he repeats with such authority that I feel compelled to obey, pulling my legs back so that they frame my face and fall on each side of my head.

I’ve never been more exposed in my life. Not only does Kane have an extremely clear shot of my pussy like this, but he also has a front-seat view of my ass, and judging from the low groan he expels, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The next thing I know, he’s dipping two fingers between my lips.

“Has anyone ever played with your ass?”

“No.” My body aches from all the stretching this position requires. I should start doing yoga or something.

“I went easy on you before. If it gets to be too much, you need to tell me.”

Wait.

He went easy on me before?

Were we in the same room?

“Hadley?” he presses when I don’t answer.

What did I just get myself into?

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

Those are the last words he says before sliding two fingers deep inside my pussy. I bite back a moan when he starts curling in and out of me.

“Breathe,” he commands.

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