My fingers trail down his hot skin until I reach the button of his worn jeans, but he distracts me by tugging at the T-shirt I’m wearing and pulling it up and over my head.
“Need to see you. Need to feel you. Fucking missed you so goddamn much.” Kane’s voice is raw, and I feel his need in every brush of his fingertips over my skin.
His fingers find the clasp of my bra and free me from it. When he moves in, I press my chest to his, needing the contact. Soaking up his heat.
“I missed you so much.” My words are just as raw as his.
“Never again, princess. Never. Again.”
His vow unleashes a new torrent of need inside me.
“Hurry. Please.”
His gaze snaps to mine. “Only if I get to savor you next time.”
“Deal.”
It’s like someone fired a starting pistol. We both launch into action, tearing at each other’s clothes until I’m naked on the workbench. But I can barely feel the cool metal against my ass because my body is burning like a fever.
As soon as he kicks off his shoes and jeans, he nudges his heavy cock against my slick entrance. “I love you, Temperance. No matter what happens, I will never stop loving you.”
With that declaration, he pushes inside, and there’s no hope of me staying silent. His name falls from my lips and echoes in the warehouse.
“Yes!”
He’s buried to the hilt, and my nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to pull back.
“Not yet.” There’s something I need to say to him before I lose my mind with pleasure.
Because I’ve never needed a man to feel complete, but I can’t argue how strong and beautiful I feel with Kane. I could have lived without him, but I never want to. And that, I believe, makes all the difference in the world.
His gaze finds mine.
“I love you too,” I tell him, and it’s as if a wave of relief washes over his body.
He glances up toward the metal beams above us. “Thank God.”
When he meets my gaze again, I see everything he feels for me reflected in his blue eyes.
“I need you.”
My words unleash a category five hurricane. Kane is a force of nature as he pulls back before pounding into me, over and over, finding my clit and wringing orgasm after orgasm from me.
He won’t stop, even though I’m not sure I can handle another climax. But he doesn’t slow. He doesn’t relent.
My screams echo in the warehouse as I take everything he gives me, and give back just as much.
When he roars and I shatter one last time, I know the truth.
I’m never letting him go. No matter what.
Kane is mine.
20
Kane
Contentment is a feeling that has eluded me my entire life. I’ve lived in solitude, never truly connecting with another human being.