Barely Breathing(34)

I tore open the snap of his jeans and fumbled with the zipper, wrapping a hand around his throbbing erection as I pushed his jeans down with my other one.

“Ah, f*ck . . .” He groaned and let out a hard breath against my neck as I stroked him.

He shook his jeans free from his legs, cupped my bottom with his hands and picked me up. My apartment was small, and he walked us into my bedroom with no direction and set me on the bed, climbing over me. After another long, hard kiss that made me feel the opening notes of an orgasm trembling between my legs, he pulled back and sat on his knees between my legs, looking at me.

“Spread those legs for me, beautiful,” he said in a low tone. He wrapped a hand around his straight, hard shaft and stroked it.

I watched him, mesmerized. The ink of his tattoos bespoke the path he’d walked to get to me. A skull and crossbones on his hip. His daughter’s initial on one side of his chest and the words ‘Sine metu’ on the other. I’d learned Latin in college and I knew it meant ‘without fear’.

And that was how I felt as I drew my legs apart, my eyes never leaving his. In this moment, I was fearless. I wasn’t worried about heartbreak or conscious of my brazen position before Kane.

I was sexy in his eyes. His raw, primal expression as he stroked himself drove me into a frenzy for him. I needed him and he needed me. Nothing else mattered.

My hand made its way between my thighs but Kane pulled it away before I could touch myself. I groaned and writhed as I reached for a drawer on my nightstand and withdrew a condom.

When I handed it to him, he ripped it open and put it on, using his knees to push my thighs even further apart.

“It’s been a long time for me,” I said softly. “Be gentle.”

He leaned over me, taking my nipples into his mouth one at a time.

“I don’t know how to be gentle, Viv. Especially not now.”

With a single thrust of his hips, he was completely inside me. I gasped loudly and grabbed his shoulders. He filled me so deep I wasn’t sure I could take it, but as soon as he drew back, I wanted more.

And he gave me more. He never let up, f*cking me hard and deep, his fingers laced through mine pressing my hands to the mattress.

I could only move my hips and legs, and I did, rocking against him and wrapping my legs around his waist. Our groans, skin on skin and the creak of straining bedsprings were the only sounds in the room.

“Kane,” I cried, panting hard. “Oh, God.”

I was so close. He moved so perfectly inside me, playing my body like a skilled musician would an instrument. When he kissed me softly, I came apart at the seams, crying out shamelessly as my hands pushed against his, unmoving.

He groaned deeply, still pumping into me hard and fast. “Fuck. I’m coming, baby.”

And with one final, shattering thrust, he did, his groan going on and on as he held himself buried in me. His hold on my hands relaxed and I wrapped my arms around him.

We stayed that way, our sweat mingling as our breathing settled. I’d never felt this kind of satisfaction. It was physical and emotional. A complete release of ourselves into each other.

It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.





Kane

I WOKE TO THE SMELL of fresh coffee and the dull sound of Viv’s blow dryer running in her bathroom. A glance at the bedside clock told me it was almost seven.

How had I slept through her getting out of bed? I was normally a light sleeper. But we’d been up really late last night. Thoughts of Viv moaning beneath me in this very bed just hours ago stiffened my morning wood.

She walked into the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her. Damn, she had a hot body. I was hungry to get my hands and mouth back on every curve of it.

“Good morning,” she said, grinning happily.

“Mornin’.” I pulled the covers aside. “Come back to bed.”

She walked over to her closet and went inside, talking to me through the open door. “I wish I could, but I have to be in court at eight-thirty and I have to stop by the office before. You can stay and sleep, though.”

“I’m gonna go home.” I left the warm bed to go find my clothes. “When can I see you again?” I called from the living room as I put my jeans on.

“When do you want to see me again?” The smile in her voice made me feel so damn good.

“Tonight. Can you have dinner with me at the club?”

“Sure, sounds good.”

I went into the bathroom and swished some toothpaste around in my mouth so I’d be fit to kiss her goodbye. When I did, I saw a new softness in her eyes.

Things had changed between us. It was all out in the open now, and she still wanted me. I couldn’t f*cking believe it. Her acceptance of my past had shifted something inside me. The sex had been mind-blowing. Like nothing I’d ever experienced.

I went right home and changed into gym clothes. The gym was open, but no one spoke to me as I lifted weights. I pushed hard, adding extra weights on every set. These feelings inside me were so intense and I needed an outlet.

What the hell was this? I didn’t just want Viv anymore, I needed her. She made me feel good enough for the first time in my life. She wanted more from me than my body, and I’d never experienced that feeling.

Now I knew what she meant when she said she wanted everything. So did I. And I knew for sure that she could be my everything. Hell, she pretty much already was. But I had serious doubts about whether I could be hers.