Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(32)

“Do you want a blow by blow account of what’s put a big ol’ grin on my face?”


“Smartass.” She hid her smile behind her coffee cup. “I didn’t expect you’d be happy. I thought you’d be upset we were interrupted.”


“I didn’t expect anything less than you givin’ Hayden your full attention when he needed it.”


“Really?”


“Uh-huh. I thought maybe you were peckish because I hadn’t kissed you good mornin’ yet. Come to think of it, I didn’t kiss you goodnight, either.”


“Slacking on your caretaking duties, McKay.”


“Do you want me to kiss you?”


Her gaze darted to Dash’s room.


“I checked on him too. He’s still snoring away.” Kane set her coffee cup on the counter and held her face in his hands. “Good mornin’, beautiful.” He kissed her with as much tenderness he could muster, needing her acceptance. Her surrender.


Ginger tried to crank the heat up, but he wouldn’t allow it. He gently bit down on her lower lip and briefly held it hostage between his teeth. “Ah. Ah. Ah. My pace. And I’m wantin’ slow, wet and sweet kisses from you right now, counselor.”


“Kane. I want more than kisses.”


His cock, already stirring with interest, went fully erect. “Same goes, but I ain’t gonna start something we can’t finish. Neither your daddy nor your son needs to see me bending you facedown across the counter as I f*ck you like a madman.”


The pulse in her throat jumped.


With deliberate slowness, Kane bent down, breathing on the spot before he placed his lips on it. “I love the way you taste right here.”


Ginger shivered, releasing a husky moan.


“I want you under me, on top of me, in front of me, every which way I’ve ever thought about takin’


you and then some. But let’s be realistic, Red. It’s probably not gonna happen tonight.”


Silence.


“Having second thoughts about getting mixed up with a single mother who’s rarely alone?”


“Nope. I’m thinkin’ we’re gonna hafta get creative to carve out our own alone time.” He kissed a path to her ear. “Tomorrow’s a school day, and the bus picks Hayden up out front, right?”


“Yes. No. Umm. Maybe.”


“Which is it?”


“Shit, I don’t know. Yes, tomorrow is a school day. And God, I cannot think straight when you whisper in my ear, Kane McKay. You could recite the constitutional amendments and I’d get turned on.”


Kane smiled against her temple. “And the senior bus picks your dad up…early?”


“Uh-huh.”


“So let’s plan on spending tomorrow—the whole day—alone together, in bed.”


She leaned back to look at him. “That’d be perfect. But I have to work. I’ve already missed—”


“Too bad. Doc Monroe said you needed a minimum of five days recovery time. Tomorrow is the fifth day. Doctor’s orders are doctor’s orders, sugar. And it’s my job to make sure they’re followed to the letter.”


After a brief pause, Ginger giggled.


Giggled.


The brilliant, sexy, headstrong bombshell with too many responsibilities and too little personal time…actually giggled like a girl.


That’s when Kane knew he was done for.


He smashed his mouth to hers, kissing her with the passion that he could finally unleash tomorrow.


She matched his every tongue tangling, lip gliding, teeth nipping move, adding a few of her own, until he was dizzy with lust. Why did he have the strangest urge to break out into song like some cheesy romantic comedy hero?


Hero. Right. He was far from being a hero, but it looked as if he was about to get the girl of his dreams—for one day, anyway.


Kane eased back from the reckless kiss, pressing his forehead to hers.


“Is it tomorrow yet?” she murmured.



As soon as he stopped moving, Ginger’s mouth was on his. Unrelenting and hungry. Kane remained in the pushup position as long as he dared, letting her control the kiss, but his arms needed a break. The last thing he wanted was to crush her dislocated shoulder.


Ginger made a soft protest when he broke the kiss.


“I know, darlin’, but give me a second, okay?” He shifted back, dislodging his cock. Wetness trickled down her leg and it occurred to him why it’d felt so goddamn good: they’d forgotten a condom.


Fuck.


She realized the oversight the same time he did.


“Shit, Ginger, I’m so sorry. I was just so damn crazed to be with you that I forgot.” He rested on his haunches, dropping his palms to his thighs. “I’ve always used a condom. Always. And it’s been a while for me, so I’m clean. I know that doesn’t probably ease your mind as far as—”


“Kane.” She sat up and placed her hand in the center of his chest. “It’s okay. We should’ve thought of birth control—both of us—but I was just as eager as you were. Besides, I’m on the pill.”