Page 42 of Pieces Into Place

Understanding my need, he begins putting more pressure on my clit and slips his middle finger inside, causing me to cry out at the delicious feeling. He adds another and works me with both fingers, sucking my clit harder.

“Watch me,” he demands, pulling my attention to his heated gaze. I stare at him as he devours me, savoring my body like it’s his last meal. He watches me as he hooks his fingers inside and presses against my front wall while his tongue lashes at my clit with several hard flicks. I explode on his fingers and tongue. My body arches off the bed, and I convulse with pleasure. He continues his assault, lighter now, as I ride out my orgasm, and doesn’t stop until he’s licked and savored every last ounce of my release, then he finally lifts up, his lips and chin glistening with my juices.

He settles on the bed next to me, tracing a lazy pattern along my arm while I look up at the ceiling with a smile.

“We aren’t done, right?” I ask, my voice nothing more than a breathless whisper.

His response is a loud laugh that fills the room before he turns his head to look me in the eye. “For tonight, yes,” he says, his lips quirking into a sly smile.

“But you didn’t get to finish,” I reply.

He brushes away a piece of hair that is stuck to my forehead and traces circles around my cheekbone with his thumb. “Trust me, I’m more than satisfied. I could eat that pussy for every meal and die a happy man.”

“But I want you,” I plead.

Kane brings his face close to mine and speaks softly against my skin.

“Olivia, don’t argue or I won’t do that again.”

I don’t say another word.

Chapter twenty-one

Kane

The warmth of Olivia’s body pressed against mine is the first thing I’m aware of when I wake the next morning. Her limbs are curled into one another, and my arm is draped protectively over her hip. The feel of her skin beneath my fingers brings back the memories of last night. Everything we did was perfect and I refuse to ruin it by second guessing myself. My new goal is twofold: keep her safe above all else, and give her as many orgasms as possible. I’m up to the task.

The idea of waking her up while feasting between her legs sounds perfect, but the cabin is bone-chillingly cold, so I carefully pull away from her warmth, get out of bed, and put on my jeans before heading downstairs to light a fire.

It’s still early, so the sun is just beginning to rise over the peaks. I’m used to waking up early. It’s part of the job in the military. Very rarely do I wake up when it’s already light outside, which I don’t actually mind. I’ve always appreciated seeing the sun rise. Today, it’s especially beautiful.

The fresh snow on top of the mountains is glistening and chasing away the shadows of the previous night. There are no clouds in sight. It’s going to be one of those deceptively sunny days where it looks nice out, but once you step outside, the cold hits you like a truck, and steals your breath.

We have some wood cut, but it would be good to get more ready in case we get more snow. I take inventory of things that need to be done, which includes my perimeter check, and I should probably shovel off the porch and driveway while I’m at it.

I quietly make a fire and start the coffee machine before jumping into the shower. Knowing Olivia is sleeping naked upstairs makes it nearly impossible to drag my ass outside, but she needs to rest. As many little jokes as she makes, and no matter how she attempts to play it off, this situation is difficult for her. How could it not be? She’s spent her adult life trying to hide from the people who want her dead. That’s never going to happen though. Not on my watch.

The sweat drips down my back as I shovel the last of the heavy snow. This shit is hard. It’s a better cardio workout than most things we did in the military.

I remember as a kid we would come up here to the mountains and I would do anything possible to get out of helping my dad do it. As my muscles ache and strain, I remember why I avoided it at all costs. There are much better things to do to burn calories.

My mind starts wandering to what else I could be doing again as I think of Olivia lying in bed. Suddenly, a snowball slams into the center of my back just before I hear a tiny, girlish giggle coming from that direction.

I turn to see Olivia standing there with a mischievous smirk. She’s wearing a white puffy jacket and light blue knit beanie with fuzzy pom on top. When I bought it, I was only thinking about how it would keep her warm. But seeing her now, she looks like some sort of little snow angel.

Her brown hair cascades down her back in soft waves as she flashes me an impish grin, her smile just as bright and dazzling as the freshly fallen snow around us. She might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And right now, she’s in trouble.

I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes at her before taking off running at full speed in her direction. She lets out a high pitch scream and tries to turn and run away, but I’m on her in a second. I grab her slender waist and pick her up in my arms as she squeals and wriggles to get away.

I lay her down lightly in the snow and her long locks tumble down into her eyes. I tenderly brush the hair out of her face and smile down at this woman, who up until recently was the biggest thorn in my side.

I have her pinned to the snow-covered ground, held captive, my body imprisoning hers beneath me as I hold a menacingly tight grip on her wrists with one hand. Her chest heaves frantically and my breath fogs in white swirls around my face as I laugh wickedly and use my free hand to raise a handful of snow above her. “You didn’t actually think you were gonna get away with that, did you?” I tease.

Her eyes widen slightly and she pouts, pushing out her full bottom lip, nodding slightly.

“That was your first mistake,” I joke again, slowly lifting my arm as if to follow through with my threat of covering her face with cold snowflakes.

“Kane, wait, wait, wait!” she stammers. Her voice wavers in begging tones. “I didn’t mean it. Please, I’m sorry.”