Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(44)

Ginger whirled around after her skirt and panties hit the carpet. Her eyes narrowed on his cock, sticking straight up like a flagpole. “You are hard again.”


“Your fault.”


She smirked. “And on my honor, I’m not one bit sorry. But if I’m totally naked, you’d better be too.”


Her fingers slipped under the first button on his shirt. She undid them all and made a disgruntled sound when she saw he wore a T-shirt.


“Some of us know how to dress for the weather.”


“Some of us like to play with your chest as much as you like to play with mine.”


Kane brushed a curl from her forehead. “Next time, you can play all you want. This time, you’re gonna be facin’ forward.” At her perplexed look, he said, “Reverse cowgirl style.”


“I don’t know if I’ve ever done it that way.”


“This position definitely has its charms. Lemme show you.” He turned her around. “Brace your hands on the desk and spread your legs.” He rolled the chair closer. “Now scoot back, that’s it, keep your legs wide. Hang on a sec.” Kane lowered the chair arms, allowing her thighs to straddle his.


“Kane. I’m not sure—”


“I am. Trust me. Lift your ass a bit. Damn do I love this ass. I cannot wait to grind my cock into it and feel how tight you squeeze me with those muscles.”


Ginger looked over her shoulder at him. “I figured you’d like anal.”


“Why’s that?”


“Because you like everything else.”


“Smart mouth.” Then he thrust into her * to the hilt.


“Oh Lord, you could’ve warned me.”


“You should’ve been payin’ attention, not thinkin’ so hard about how much you want my dick in your ass.”


She laughed. “Bastard. Stop talking and f*ck me.”


“You’re gonna hafta do some of the work, sugar. Push back into me. Yeah, just like that.”


He cupped her tits, feathering his thumbs across her nipples. They built a rhythm without words, letting their motions do all the talking. Sweat dripping, skin slapping skin, sighs, moans, the squeak of the office chair.


Ginger centered her left hand on the desk and her right hand disappeared between her thighs.


“Are you touchin’ yourself?”


“I need direct contact with my clit in order to come.”


When her stroking fingers accidentally brushed where they were joined, Kane’s balls drew up.


Knowing she was pleasuring herself did it for him in a big way. He kept playing with her nipples and brought her upper torso back so he could scatter kisses across her back. “Come on, Red,” he whispered.


“Send yourself over the edge and take me with you.”


“God, your voice is like sandpaper on my nerve endings. I love that husky rasp. Keep talking to me.”


Kane pumped his hips and licked the slope of her shoulder.


“I wanna mark you here.” He sucked and felt the goose bumps rise on her skin. “When I see you all fancied up in your suit and f*ck-me heels, I’ll remember this. Me f*cking you in your chair, you bent over your desk, touchin’ yourself. No one will know that always-in-control Ginger Paulson, lets me, a simple rancher, have her any way I want. Any time I want.”


“Kane—”


“Take us there. Now.” He sank his teeth into her nape and pinched her nipples hard.



She started to come. Her muscles clamped down on his dick and he was done. He came so hard and fast he was damn glad they were sitting because he doubted his shaky legs could hold them up.


Kane placed a kiss on the teeth marks on her shoulder before he slumped back into the chair.


Ginger emitted a soft sigh. Then she rested against him, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck. “You were right.”


“About?” He nuzzled her head above her ear.


“That position does have a certain charm.”


He chuckled. “You hold all the charm for me. Doesn’t matter what position we’re in or where we are.”


“Were you upset that you didn’t hear from me since last week?”


“Maybe a little.”


“I sort of figured. I just…don’t know what we’re supposed to do now, Kane. I’m not ready to…”


“I understand why you’re wary and want to keep ‘this’—whatever it is—on the down low.”


“You do? And you don’t mind?”


Hell yes, I mind. Kane wasn’t keen pretending he was cool with it, but he wasn’t willing to sacrifice time with Ginger to save the sting to his pride. “I like bein’ with you. You already know that. You’ve got enough pressure in your life and I won’t demand more than you’re willin’ to give me.” Because he wanted it all. He kissed her neck. “We’ll figure it out as we go along, okay?”


“Okay.”


As Ginger donned her winter clothes, Kane shook his head.