Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(33)

“You are? But…why?” The spike of jealousy surprised him. “If you’re not seein’ anyone regular?”


“I had one unintended pregnancy. I’ve been on the pill since Hayden was a baby.”


“Ah. Well, that’s good, I guess.”


“And the few times I’ve let myself act like a woman, and not a mother, I’ve insisted on condoms.”


Her hand inched down and she swept her thumb across his nipple. “I loved the feel of you in me, no barriers. Just you bare.”


“Me too.” Goose bumps prickled his skin from her lazy stroking motion on his chest.


“So we can skip the condoms entirely, if you want.”


Kane’s hand slid into her hair. He tilted her head back while bringing her closer. “Oh, I want, all right.”


Silence passed between them as they looked at each other. Lust built quickly, reflected in equal measure.


He softly brushed his lips across hers. “Again. Right now.”


Ginger’s gaze dropped to his cock. “Here I thought I’d get to use my hand to help you rise to the occasion.”


“I ain’t stoppin’ you.”


She reached between them and fondled his balls. Then she wrapped her fingers around his girth and stroked, keeping her eyes glued to his. “See? I’m not very good with my left hand.”


“That’s the thing, darlin’, you don’t have to be good. Just puttin’ your hand on me does all sorts of good.” He loosened his hold on her hair. “Need help climbin’ up on my lap?”


“What do you mean?”


Kane adjusted his legs beneath hers. “Hold onto my shoulder.” As soon as Ginger had some semblance of balance, he lifted her so her legs were half-wrapped around his waist as they faced each other.


“Oh. I like this,” she murmured.


He aligned his cock and slid into her in a single slow glide.


“I really like that.”


“This way I can have my hands free to touch you.”


“Not to mention I can kiss all those spots that’ve been tempting me.” Ginger used her teeth to follow the muscles corded in his neck. She methodically tasted the section of skin under his strong jaw. She slid her lips to his ear. “While this control thing is a turn on? I want equal time to explore your body.”


“Ah. Okay, Jesus.”


“Move in me, Kane. Put your hands on me. God, I love the way your rough hands feel on me.”


Kane grabbed her ass cheeks and rocked into her. In this position he couldn’t pull his cock out, but there was something very intimate about staying connected while hands and mouths explored. While pulses raced and sweat beaded on skin.


And Ginger took her own sweet time in her exploration. She kissed, nibbled and licked the slope of his shoulder, his jaw, all the while making very satisfied, very approving noises. He loved the way her tits pressed into his chest. The stiff nipples rubbing the hair on his sweat-slickened skin when she shifted to touch him at another angle. He loved the feel of her quickened breath puffing out every time he lifted his hips and drove into her a little deeper.


He loved everything about this. About her.


Part of him wanted to stay locked with this highly sensual woman for the next hour, just existing in the physical reaction. Another part wanted that drive to orgasm.


When Ginger reconnected their mouths the urgency re-ignited.


His hands cupped her buttocks, lifting her completely off his cock so he could plunge in fully.


She ripped her mouth free, arching her neck. “It’s right there.”


“Bear down on me, oh f*ck yeah, just like that.” Kane buried his lips in her throat and sucked hard.


“Omigod. Yes. Yes!” Ginger’s body tightened, inside, outside.


Kane came with a roar as her climax milked his with every rhythmic pulse. He was pretty sure he stopped breathing for a second or so. He was pretty sure the damn world stopped spinning. He was also pretty sure one day in bed with her wouldn’t nearly be enough.


Soft kisses tracked his hairline.


His eyes fluttered open.


Ginger smiled at him.


“Jesus. That was f*cking amazing.”


“Or amazing f*cking,” she teased, kissing his nose.


“That too,” he murmured. He sensed her restlessness and need to move. “Hang on. Lemme help you.”


He lifted her, turning so she balanced on her good arm before lowering her to the mattress.


She immediately closed her eyes and rested her bum arm on her bare belly.


Kane crawled beside her and swept the damp hair from her rosy cheek. “You okay? Need anything?”


“Some recovery time before round three.”


“Funny, Red, that’s supposed to be my line.”


“I could use a drink of water.”


“Be right back.” Kane slipped on his boxer shorts and wandered to the kitchen. He checked the time, checked his phone and washed his hands and face in the sink. He half expected to find her asleep when returned to her bedroom.