Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(39)

She shook her head.


While he talked, he continued lathering every inch of her breasts. “I’d like to get them hard with my mouth and put clamps on. The kind with the chain between them. Then I’d f*ck you. Slowly. Every so often I’d yank on the chain. When you were ready to come, I’d remove the clamp and suck hard until all the blood returned. Suck until you came again. Then I’d do the same thing to the other side.”


A rush of moisture trickled from between her thighs. Moisture that owed nothing to water from the shower. “Kane—”


Kane’s dark eyes searched hers. “There’s so much I wanna do to you, Red. I wanna make you forget every man’s touch but mine.” He kissed her again, with the brutal intensity that stole her sanity.


Then just as quickly, he backed away. He snagged the handheld shower and rinsed her; his gaze tracked the rivulets of soap.


Her stomach cartwheeled when he dropped to his knees and the stubble of his closely shorn head brushed her belly.


“Hold still. I’ve never shaved a woman’s legs before and I don’t wanna cut you.”


Right. He was down there to shave her legs. Not to bury his face in her *.


Ginger’s whole body became a mass of goose bumps as his hands stroked her legs. She even forgot her embarrassment about being hairy. The plastic wrap around her cast rattled as he maneuvered the razor above it.


“There. Done.” He rinsed her legs. As he stood to replace the handheld showerhead in the base on the wall, he looked at it, then her. “Do you ever get yourself off with this?”


Dammit. She was a thirty-seven-year-old woman. She wasn’t supposed to blush.


Kane crowded her. “Do you?”


“Yes.”


“Do you use the pulsing option full blast on your clit?”


“Yes. If I’m getting myself off, I want it to happen as fast as possible.”


“No buildup?” he asked silkily. “No teasin’, enjoying the feel of the warm water flowing over your cunt, makin’ it wetter? Softer?”


Her pulse raced. Was there a question in there?


“Are you wet right now, Ginger? After havin’ my hands all over you? After me tellin’ you all the raunchy things I wanna do to you? After havin’ my mouth—” he placed his lips on her ear, “—this close to that sweet, sweet *?”


His deep, husky voice zinged in an electric current as if she’d stepped on a high wire. “Yes.”


“I don’t believe you.”


Her eyes flew open when Kane was on his knees again. He uttered a harsh, “Spread your legs.” The instant she gave him enough room, his mouth was on her.


“Oh God.” His thumbs traced the shape of her sex from the top of her pubic bone through the slick folds to her opening. His tongue darted inside. Again and again. Kane lapped and licked and sucked.


Biting. Growling. He f*cked his tongue into her channel so deep she felt the press of his teeth into her tender tissues.


Ginger’s legs shook. Her skin was on fire.


Kane retreated, rubbing his beard across her upper thighs, the rise of her pubic bone, the curve of her hip.


She glanced down at him.


He licked his lips and smiled naughtily. “Guess I was wrong. You are wet. Wet and soft and tasty. I’m gonna need another bite or two to tide me over until I f*ck you.” Then he bent his head again and ravaged her with his mouth.


But this time he also used his hands. This time he slid his thumb into her * as the fingers of his other hand held open the flesh above her clit so he could suck on it unimpeded. His thumb slipped in and out of her cunt, and he added another finger. Two, three, four times those digits plunged deep while he teasingly nibbled on her clit.


She wanted to beg him to hurry, but Ginger suspected it’d spur him to slow down even more. So she bit her lip, closed her eyes and let herself go, giving her pleasure over to him.


Kane sensed her surrender. He stopped tonguing her long enough to say, “Good girl.” His thumb slipped back into her *, and his index finger, wet with her juices, began to stroke the bud of her anus.


Lightly. Then persistently.


Her orgasm hovered close enough to taste.


He made a feral, snarling noise that vibrated against her sensitive tissues. His mouth suctioned to her clit and he sucked strongly as his finger slipped into her ass.


That bite of pain gave away to indescribable pleasure as he thrust the two digits in and out, pressing his thumb and finger together on the thin wall separating the two passages.


Ginger screamed as the climax overtook her. Every part of her body, her clitoris throbbed against Kane’s flickering tongue. Her internal muscles clamped down on his fingers, trying to bring them deeper into her body with each clenching pulse. Her nipples tightened, as if suckled by phantom mouths. The orgasm drew the breath from her lungs.


And still Kane didn’t let up.


She should’ve pushed his head away, needing a break from the consuming sensitivity. But he remained in place. Sucking her. Fucking her * and her ass with his fingers. Rebuilding that ball of sexual energy until her skin prickled and another orgasm slammed into her.