Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(38)

Ginger wiggled until she sat on the side of the bed, cast on the floor and her bum arm dangling by her side. “I look ridiculous.”


“No, you look hot as hell,” Kane corrected.


“Silver-tongued cowboy.”


He moved in front of her. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the bulge tenting his boxers out.


He sucked in a breath. “Come on, let’s get you wet.”


“I’m already wet when you look at me like that, Kane.”


Although his grin was quick and playful, his eyes smoldered. “You’ve got a bit of a silver tongue yourself, counselor.”


In the bathroom, Kane dropped his boxers and climbed into the shower. Once he had the water settings where he wanted them, he held her steady as she stepped into the tub.


As soon as the curtain closed, Kane’s mouth devoured hers. The need ignited between them. Ginger was surprised steam didn’t rise off her body wherever his greedy hand roved.


Water pounded on her back as Kane kissed her, and kissed her, bringing the kiss to a level of passion where she thought of nothing but his lips, his tongue, his mouth. The synchronized beating of their hearts.


She whimpered when he tore his mouth free and buried his face in her neck.


“God. Ginger. I—” His labored breathing flowed across her wet skin, causing her to shiver. His entire body was rigid—not just his hard cock digging into her abdomen.


Finally, after holding her as if he couldn’t bear to let her go, he lifted his head and kissed her softly on the lips. “Sorry. Just needed a second to get control.”


“I don’t mind. In fact—” she walked her fingers up his chest, “—your ‘my way or the highway’


attitude really does it for me.”


“Yeah?”


“Oh yeah.”


He gifted her with his devastating grin. “I’ll give that idea a full test drive later. For now…how about if you let me wash your hair?”


“Please.”


Kane turned her. “Be easiest if you brace your hand on the wall.” He placed her palm above the soap dish. “Now tilt your head back and close your eyes.”


Warm water cascaded down her scalp, soaking her hair completely. Droplets hit the plastic covering her cast, making dull splat splat splat sounds. Then Kane’s big, strong hands were gently massaging her scalp, surrounding them with the sweet scent of her lavender shampoo. Soapsuds flowed down her back, over her buttocks and the outside of her legs.


He rinsed. He even repeated.


“I need conditioner—”


“I know sugar. I’ve got it right here.” He smoothed it through her hair from roots to the tips. “Turn around.” He pressed her back against the wall. “Now where else do you need scrubbed while we’re lettin’


the conditioner set?”


Ask him.


Don’t be an idiot.


Kane leaned closer. “What’s wrong?”


A blush crept up her neck. “I need to shave. And if I attempted it with my left hand, I’ll just cut myself.”


His lips quirked. “Can’t have that.”


She knew he was waiting for her to ask him. “Even though it might be kind of weird…would you mind shaving my legs and my underarms?”


“There. Askin’ me for help wasn’t so bad, was it?”


“Yes.”


He smooched her wrinkled nose. “Suck it up. Lift your left arm above your head.”


Kane circled her wrist with one hand and soaped her armpit with the other. His concentration was absolute as he passed the blade across her skin. Once. Twice. Three times. He held the razor under the shower spray. Then he cupped her right elbow and held her arm out chicken wing style. More soap, three quick passes with the razor and her underarms were smooth again.


“Legs next?”


“Uh-huh.” But the suds his hands created were mesmerizing.



He noticed her focus was on his hands on her tits. “I figured I’d give you the whole body treatment.


You know. Makin’ sure you were clean everywhere.”


“You just want to soap up my tits.”


“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He started on her neck and quickly moved across her clavicle and shoulders. Then he coated his hands with more suds and swept them over her breasts. Under her breasts.


Cupping and squeezing. Rasping his thumbs across the beaded tips of her nipples. Over and over.


Ginger watched him. The absolute lust in his eyes as his slippery hands mapped every inch and curve of her breasts.


“You have the greatest tits I’ve ever seen. Just so damn perfect. Responsive.” He pinched the left nipple a little harder than she was used to and looked at her to gauge her reaction.


The initial sharp sting mellowed into a delicious heat. “Oh.”


“You like that?”


“I’m not sure. It surprised me.”


“You ever worn nipple clamps?”