“Tell me what you want,” Kane rasped, voice low and edged like he was fighting something inside himself. His hips ground against her, slow and punishing, and her breath hitched.
“Kane—”
“Tell me.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
She lifted her gaze, found the dare burning in his eyes. Keeping her balance in his hold, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanked it off, and dropped it to the floor. “Isn’t it obvious?”
His gaze dropped to her breasts, and the hunger in his eyes sent a shiver racing over her skin. “I want to hear you say it,” he growled, right before his mouth closed around her nipple.
The sound that tore out of her wasn’t pretty, but damn it was real. Everything he did pushed her higher. She’d gone to bed feeling more alone than she had in years, and now here was this dangerously handsome man touching her like she mattered.Yeah, he was getting something out of it too, but the way he kissed her… the way helookedat her…it made her feel seen in a way she had never felt before.
“I want you,” she whispered, fingers burying in his hair. “I don’t want to feel lonely anymore, Kane.”
He’d been moving toward her other breast, but froze. Slowly, his head lifted, those black eyes searching her face. Her stomach dipped—God, if she’d screwed this up?—
“I’m sor?—”
Kane shut her up with a kiss so soft it stole her breath.
She didn’t realize he was carrying her until the world shifted. His mouth stayed on her neck as he climbed the stairs, her legs wrapped tight around him as if she belonged there. He pushed into the bedroom, kicked the door shut, and moved to the bed.
When he lowered her onto it, something shifted in the air. His eyes roamed her body, slower this time… heavier.
“Kane?” she whispered, trying to read him. “What did I do?”
His brows pulled together, and his voice dropped to something almost… conflicted. “Absolutely nothing.”
Kane’s gaze dragged over her like a physical touch, claiming with his eyes.
“Nothing,” he repeated, voice thick enough to crawl across her skin. “You didn’t do a damn thing wrong.”
He straightened, peeling his shirt over his head, and her mouth went dry. Every inch of him was carved muscle and shadows, like a man built for sin and violence. And right now, all that lethal focus was on her and she absolutely loved it.
“Lie back,” he ordered, low and rough.
She did, because honestly, her body wasn’t giving her a choice anymore. His weight dipped the bed as he crawled over her, slow and predatory, like he wanted her to feel the danger in every inch he closed between them. His hands slid up her legs, the calluses against her skin felt so good, and she swore her pulse dropped into her core.
“Damn, Monica…” His voice came out almost like a growl. “You look better than anything I’ve imagined.”
Her breath stuttered. “You imagined me?”
“More than once and in many different ways,” He bent to her stomach, his lips brushing her skin, then biting just enough to make her gasp. “And none of what I imagined comes close to this.”
Heat shot straight through her. She arched, and he took that as permission—hell, probably as encouragement—because he grabbed her hips and dragged her down the bed until he had her exactly where he wanted her. He slid off her silk panties, his eyes glued to her.
“Beautiful,” he growled as he once again lowered himself toward her.
Kane’s mouth found the underside of her breast first, then her nipple, sucking so hard her back bowed off the bed. His growl vibrated straight through her, and damn it, she wanted him inside her now.
“You feel this?” he muttered against her skin, his teeth scraping lightly. “This is what you do to me.” He pressed his hips forward,the hard line of his cock rubbing right where she needed him most. “I’m losing my fucking mind.”
She whimpered—actually whimpered—and his head snapped up, eyes black as night.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
Her brain was foggy with lust. “Say what?”
“That you want me.” His thumb dragged over her swollen lower lip.