Perfectly Imperfect(56)
I gasp when his hands move from my hips and around to the button of my jeans. My eyes widen—not in fear or from nerves, but in anticipation. He laughs a wicked one full of promise, leaves my jeans, and before I can think of protesting, he pulls my shirt up and over my head, leaving me standing there in a barely-there black lace bra.
“Fuck me,” he rasps. “Beautiful.”
“Touch me,” I whisper huskily. Every word he’s spoken has created a web of confidence that wraps around me.
“I will.”
“Yes,” I pant.
“No.” His word is definite, but before I can let disappointment consume me, he does instead.
His deft fingers work quickly to snap the button and pull the zipper down, and then I feel his hand press into my jeans, cupping my core and rocking his hand against the wet material of my lace panties.
“You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?” he asks, his eyes half-mast and full of lust. The hand not currently wreaking havoc to my senses moves from my hips and he cups my heavy breast, his thumb and finger pinching my erect nipple through the material of my bra. “Do you feel how badly I want you?” he questions, rocking against my body.
I nod and my head falls back to his shoulder, watching him through the mirror as his lip goes between his teeth, then I feel his own moan vibrating against my back.
“You’re stunning, Willow, but when I see you like … f*ck.” His breath comes out in a harsh hiss, and I shudder against his hold. “When I look at you, I see a woman who could bring me to my knees in a second, but like this, you have me begging to stay there.”
I moan shamelessly when he slips my panties to the side and one long finger pushes into my heat, curling and pushing against the tight walls inside me. A rush of wetness follows when his thumb presses and rolls against my clit, and I cry out as the coil inside me wraps so tightly its pleasure is consuming every inch of my body. I’m so close to shattering into a million blissful pieces that my trembling body would fall to the floor if he weren’t holding me captive against his strong hold.
My eyes start to grow heavy and his protest rumbles against my back, the noise coming from deep within him. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, Willow. See what I see. Watch your body responding to my touch. See how beautiful you are to me.”
He adds another finger, pressing them both deep into my body, stretching while he thrusts them in time with the hips rocking against my back. His free hand comes up and presses just under my stomach. I tense for just a second, but that second was all he needed. He makes a noise of protest before those wicked fingers plunge in deep, the hand against me pulling me tightly to his body.
“Every sinful curve on your body makes my mouth water. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you, tasting and biting until you have no doubt that what makes you tense with apprehension makes my cock hard to the point of insanity. Your body is meant for mine, and there is no place in your mind for you to doubt that.”
“Please,” I plead, not even sure what I’m asking him.
His eyes fire and his hand travels up my stomach; the rough pads of his fingers against my soft skin until his fingers hook the cup of my bra and pull it down, freeing my breast to his eyes and touch. Seconds later, his groan of satisfaction is filling the air as one hand pinches and teases my nipple while his fingers continue to build me up on a crest of pleasure.
“Kane.” I gasp his name, my hand coming up to hold his wrist. He gives me a hard look assuming I’m going to pull him back, but I press against his arm and push him deeper into my body, finally losing the ability to hold myself up when he hits that spot deep inside me that has me crying out. This time his name isn’t a soft gasp of air, but a loud burst of noise that matches the power firing through my body.
I come, my wetness soaking his hand, and I watch, unable to look away, as he closes his eyes and lets out a moan of his own. His fingers continue to move and the waves upon waves of ecstasy rush over me until my lungs are straining for air.
When the last stream of pleasure leaves my body, his eyes burn into mine, and he tells me again in a command that leaves no room for bending, “Watch.”
His fingers give one more thrust before he pulls them from my heat. I watch with wide eyes as he brings them up and closes his lips around them. His eyes close and his moan is loud and sure.
“Fucking delicious,” he grinds out in a thick voice after licking the last of me off himself.
MY CHEST IS BURNING. EACH puff of air expelled is sucked back just as rapidly as I watch Kane’s eyes fire to a brilliant hue of the brightest blue. His lids, heavy with arousal, make his expression one of pure indulgence.
I pull my eyes from his and look into my own reflected in front of me in the mirror. My pants hang open, one hip completely exposed, and the denim loose around my waist. I can see just a hint of my black panties, but they’re roughly shifted so that my bare sex is more uncovered than not. My eyes roam the rest of my body; bra still pushed under one of my breasts, my nipple still hard from his touch. My skin is a pale pink from the treatment of his firm hands.
Kane doesn’t speak and neither do I. I flit my eyes to his long enough to see him assessing me as I evaluate my body. When I look back at my own eyes, I don’t see any of the nerves or the apprehension I would normally feel standing almost naked and completely exposed. The way he’s expressed his desire for me has left no doubt in my mind of his genuine nature.