Barely Breathing(35)

Viv

The next month flew by in a blur of blissful time spent with Kane several nights a week and days spent working, mostly on Henley Cartwright’s case. Marcus had left the chasing of Henley to me, and he wasn’t an easy man to get ahold of or get straight answers from.

But all that was forgotten when I’d get an unexpected text from Kane. Some days I didn’t even feel tired after only a couple hours of sleep due to a late night dinner and sleepover with him. Incredibly, the sex just kept getting better. Kane had figured out exactly how to drive me wild, and he did, every single time.

He did things to me in bed no one ever had, and I was discovering what got me going right along with him. Kane kept me guessing, sometimes taking me hard and fast and other times stretching it out for hours at a time. I’d never realized how sensual it was for a man to go so slow I begged for release.

I’d slept in this Saturday morning, catching up on the sleep I’d lost this week. Every orgasm had been worth it, of course, but it was nice to feel rested when I got up. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and smiled when I saw two texts from Kane, both sent in the middle of the night.

Kane: U up? I know I said I wasn’t coming over tonight, but things are under control here and I might.

Kane: You must be asleep. Call me if you want to have lunch tomorrow.

I sighed softly and set the phone beside me in bed, wishing he was here. He wasn’t the affectionate type most of the time, except when we were in bed together. After sex and before I had to get up in the morning, he’d run his hands through my hair, say sweet things in my ear and hold me close against his hard, warm chest. He liked to play a game where he drew letters on my back and I had to guess what word it was, but every single time he spelled the word f*ck and accused me of trying to get laid again when I guessed it. And every single time, it made me laugh.

After some coffee and a shower, I went to my hair salon for a blowout and met Cara for an hour of shoe shopping. By then it was after eleven and I decided it would be okay to call Kane. He often went on just a few hours of sleep and I didn’t want to wake him up on one of his only days to sleep without being woken up by my alarm.

His voice was low and sleepy when he answered. “Hey.”

“Hey, sorry I woke you up.”

“No, it’s good. I can’t believe I slept this late. I went to bed at four.”

“You needed some sleep. I did too.”

He gave a skeptical grunt. “What I need is you beside me in this bed.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Yeah?”

“Text me your address.”

There was a pause. “My place is small and . . . bare bones.”

“Kane. Send me the address.” I smiled at the thought of him in his bed waiting for me. “I’ll be there soon.”

He sent me the address and I took a cab there, walking around to the alley where he’d told me his door was. When I knocked, he opened it wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants.

“Get that fine ass in here,” he said, stepping aside.

He was right about his place being small and bare bones. But it was neat and felt just right for him. A king-sized bed anchored the room, its white covers a mess. A leather couch sat at the foot of the bed across from a big-screen TV, so he could watch from the couch or the bed. The kitchen area had compact, stainless appliances and dark granite counters. The kitchen table was small, with just two chairs. The smells of coffee and leather filled the air.

“I like it,” I said, my gaze wandering to the bicycle hanging from the ceiling in one corner.

“Thanks.” He handed me a mug of coffee and I took a sip. “Did you get some sleep?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I slept through your texts last night.”

“Don’t be, you needed the rest.”

I looked him up and down, arousal making me warm between my thighs. The intimacy of seeing him here, in his place, was affecting me. His defined upper body muscles didn’t hurt, either.

“See something you like?” he asked in a teasing tone.

“Yes.” My cheeks warmed as I admitted my ogling. I set down my shopping bags and cup of coffee. “Sit down on that couch for me, would you?”

“How ‘bout if you sit on my face instead?”

I smiled. “Sit down.”

He did, his legs spread casually as he looked at me, brows arched in a what now expression. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Oh, Viv . . .” He groaned as I wrapped my hand around his shaft through his pants. After a few seconds, I reached for his sweats at his hips. He arched up so I could pull them down, and his erection sprang out as I did.

“Mmm, this is what I want,” I said, licking the head of him gently. His exhale was long and soft, his eyes watching me.

I ran my tongue over his veined shaft, teasing him for a couple minutes before finally taking all of him into my mouth. His sharp breaths and deep groans helped me quickly discover exactly how fast he liked it.

Having him in the palm of my hand was intoxicating. His fingers wove through my hair, pulling as I sucked him faster and harder.

“Jesus . . . Viv.” He groaned as I added my hand, working him up and down with my mouth at the same time.

Though I didn’t want it to end, I felt him at the edge of release. His muscles tensed and his pull on my hair was hard.