“Kane,” I gasped, not sure what I was asking for.
“You like that?” he asked against my skin.
“Yes—f**k—yes.”
“I know, love,” he murmured against my skin. “Let me take care of you.”
His mouth traveled lower, pressing hot kisses down my stomach while his hands worked at the drawstring of the pants I wore. Soon I was completely naked beneath him, and the way he looked at me made me feel like a goddess.
“Mmm. You’re so f*****g wet for me already.” He reached down and gripped my hips, hard enough to bruise. “I can smell it. Feel it on my fingers.”
I arched up against him as his gaze dragged over me, like he was committing every curve, every freckle, every flaw to memory.
“Lie back. Spread your legs. Show me all of you.”
The first touch of his tongue against my p***y made me cry out and
