Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(20)

Damn. It’d been a few years since he’d tried this trick of removing a woman’s bra with just his mouth.


He tried it again.


The plastic didn’t budge.


Maybe he’d lost his touch.


Maybe that’s a good thing.


Kane glanced at Ginger to see that luscious mouth forming a smirk.


“Problems, cowboy?”


“Seems I’m a bit rusty.”


“And yet, I’m not exactly sorry to hear that,” she demurred.


“Time to get serious about this clothes removal business.”


He rose on his knees and cracked his knuckles.


Ginger laughed.


The husky sound of her amusement zinged straight to his crotch.


One deft twist of his fingers and the bra cups separated, revealing the pearly flesh, but the green lace edge kept her nipples hidden. He curled his right hand over her rib cage and traced the heavy underswell of her breast, leisurely sliding the fabric aside with his thumb.


Her chest rose and fell with anticipation. Her teeth dug into her lower lip.


The second that pale peach tip became visible, Kane’s mouth was on it.


Ginger arched up hard and moaned.


He suckled and teased. Using his mouth, his lips, dragging his goatee across the taut peak.


“I…oh. I like that.”


He could spend a solid day learning how she liked to be touched on her tits. What made her squirm.


What made her come.


“Sweet Jesus, I feel like I’m going to…”


He kept sucking until the restless rubbing of her thighs beneath him increased. He switched sides, devoting the same ruthless attention to this nipple, while his fingers manipulated the one still warm and wet from his mouth.


Breathy moans built, urging him on. Her pelvis shot up and she gasped, “Oh. My. God.”


Kane swore he felt the pulse of her orgasm in his mouth as he vigorously sucked her to the peak of her climax.


At some point Ginger had latched onto his head, digging her fingernails into his scalp. That bite of pain was a serious f*cking turn on.


Her body quivered beneath him and she sighed the contentment of a satisfied woman.


He intended to hear that sound many more times; he was nowhere near done with her. Not tonight.


Not ever. If he had to use sex to win her over, then he’d goddamn well do it.


Kane released her nipple. His mouth wandered down her body. Kissing her sternum. The defined line of her upper belly, pausing at the indent of her navel. Upon reaching the waistband of her yoga pants, he gazed at her across the length of her torso. “Lift up.”


Ginger canted her hips.


He tugged her pants off. Before he focused his attention on that sweet slice of heaven between her thighs, he repositioned her cast. “Lie back.”


Beautiful. Bright red curls covered her mound. Kane was just so damn eager he skipped the buildup.


No teasing touches. No teasing remarks on the sexy freckles scattered across her curvy, muscular thighs.


Keeping his grip on the inside of her legs, Kane pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic bone. Then he dragged his tongue through the cleft to the source of that deliciously spicy scent.


Warm. Sticky. Sweet.


Kane closed his eyes and devoured her *. He lapped at the cream gathered at the opening to her body, alternating long sensual strokes with short jabs. Wiggling his tongue deep, retreating to wrap his lips around her clit. But Kane only sucked that nub one time and returned his oral worship to the mouth of her sex. Licking her. Exploring every hidden fold of her soft, wet cunt. Swallowing her honey like ambrosia.


Her whimpers increased. Her legs shook.


And still he didn’t relent or change his pace.


“Kane. Please. I’m about to crawl out of my skin. My shoulder is throbbing and I didn’t take pain meds because I wanted to be fully conscious for when you came to me tonight.”


“Such a convincin’ argument, counselor. I’ll let you play the injury card this time.” He blew across her engorged * and she whimpered. “But next time? Fair warning. I ain’t gonna stop kissin’ my fill of your sweet spot until I’ve had enough. Not even if you beg.”



He lifted up, so their eyes met over the plane of her body. “Watch me.” He lowered his head, rubbing his cheeks, his jawline and his lips into those tight red curls, coating his facial hair with her juices. “I love the way you smell almost as much as I love the way you taste.” He slid his thumbs up through the wetness and pulled back the supple skin hiding that pleasure pearl.


Her belly rippled with anticipation.


Kane nimbly flicked his tongue across the nub, not too hard, or too fast, just a consistent pressure.


“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”


When her pelvis arched, his lips enclosed her clit and he sucked, matching the rhythm of her pounding pulse.


Sexy whimpers surrounded him as she came, hard, fast, wet, and then she was done.


After gifting her * with one last soft-lipped kiss, Kane pushed up, placing his hands by her head.