Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(50)

A little dazed, she said, “What? The boots?”


“The boots, the jeans, your panties. All of it. Off. Now.”


“You’ll have to quit finger f*cking me.”


His mouth brushed her ear and he removed his hand. “I love it when you talk dirty. I love it more when you act dirty.”


Ginger pushed him back a step and kicked off her boots. Her hands weren’t cooperating and she struggled to peel off her jeans. Once she was naked from the waist down, Kane pressed her against the wall again, plastering his chest to hers. His cock dug into her belly.


She realized he’d only lowered his Wranglers past his knees. But he had unsnapped his shirt so she could run her hands all over him. Thoughtful.


“Spread your legs.”


The instant she widened her stance, his fingers were pushing inside her again. He f*cked in and out while using his teeth on her nipple. Then he pulled his fingers free and held them to her lips with a guttural


“Lick them.”


Keeping her eyes locked on his, Ginger parted her lips and sucked his fingers inside her mouth. The taste of her own juices on the roughness of his skin sent a spike of desire straight to her core. She felt her * soften. Moisten.


He tugged his fingers free and traced the damp digits down her chin, her throat, between her breasts and right back into her *. He thrust harder, deeper.


The friction only made her eager for the thicker, longer length of his cock to fill her completely.


“Kane—”


His mouth cut off her protest. The wild, desperate kiss had her whimpering, clawing at him.


Kane’s tongue and fingers slid free from inside her body simultaneously. His hands circled her waist.


“Jump up and wrap your legs around me.”


Ginger was too far gone to care about him bearing too much of her weight. Those big, strong, wonderfully rough hands grabbed a handful of her ass, holding her in place as his cock impaled her.


“Jesus, you feel amazing.” He rammed into her hard. “Wet.”


“More.”


“Hang on.”


She wreathed her arms around his neck, scattering kisses and little love bites wherever her mouth landed.


Kane made sexy, masculine groans and grunts as he f*cked her like a man possessed.


Harsh breathing, the scent of sex, the rapid pistoning of Kane’s pelvis spun Ginger out of control. She flew apart on his next thrust, digging her nails into his back, arching hard for more contact on her clit, squeezing her legs, her ass, her *, trying to make the orgasm last as long as possible.


And it did.


Kane followed her over the edge. She swallowed his surprised shout in a blistering kiss, holding on as he came.


He slowed his frantic thrusting, then stopped moving entirely, gentling the kiss. Ginger knew she made mewling, whimpering moans, but she loved his surprising tenderness in the aftermath of their no-holds-barred passion.


Wetness trickled down the inside of her thigh as Kane brought her back down to her feet. Luckily the wall held her up because her legs were wobbly.


They were both still breathing hard.


Kane strung a line of kisses from the hollow of her throat, across her jawline to the section of skin in front of her ear. “That was the very best apology I’ve ever received.”


She laughed. “So I’m forgiven?”


“And then some.” He nuzzled her cheek. Her throat. Her hair. “I wish you could stay with me tonight.”



“Me too.” She slid her hands down from around his neck and framed his handsome face. “Come over tomorrow. Eat with us. Hang out with us.”


“You’re sure?”


“Yes. I know Hayden would love to see you.”


“Just Hayden?”


“No.” Ginger pecked his frowning mouth. “I’d love to see you too.”


“Good to know.”


After they helped each other dress, Kane insisted on walking her out to her car. Just before she pulled away, he knocked on her window.


“Thanks for showin’ me your snow boots.”


She smiled all the way home.


Chapter Twelve


How many times had Kane knocked on Ginger’s front door in the last two years? If he averaged once a week, the number would be over a hundred.


Why was he nervous now?


Because everything had changed last night when Ginger had come to him. Her invitation to spend the day with them hadn’t been issued lightly. Neither had her apology.


And what an apology it’d been. The sounds she’d made. Her utter lack of inhibition. The wet clasp of her * around his cock and the greediness of her kisses.


Jesus, McKay, that’s just what you don’t need—to sport a goddamn erection when Ginger opens the door. She already believes you’re some sex-starved beast who ruts on her the instant she’s within grabbing distance.


While Kane wrestled with getting his libido under control, Hayden answered the door with a huge grin. “Buck! What’re you doing here?”