Page 369 of Ruthless Court

Not once.

Because it isn’t just physical.

It’s Kane.

It’s the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing in the room that matters.

It’s the way he waits for every yes.

He switches to the other side and I whimper, thighs pressing together without meaning to.

His hand slides down my stomach, slow, asking.

When his fingers reach the waistband of my pajama pants I freeze.

He stops instantly.

Pulls his hand back.

“I’m sorry.”

“No.” My voice is shaky. “It’s just… I’ve never been touched down there before.”

Kane groans like the words physically hurt him.

“Hannah. You’re killing me.”

“I’m honest. I can’t lie.”

He presses his forehead to mine.

Breathes hard.

Then his hand returns, slower this time, slipping beneath the waistband and into my underwear.

“Fuck, Hannah.” His voice is wrecked. “You’re so wet.”

He finds me.

Two careful fingers slide through my folds and I gasp into his mouth.

He swallows the sound and keeps going, circling my clit with the lightest pressure, learning me.

“I’ll be the first one to make you come, baby.”

The words land like a promise.

He works me open with one finger, then two, curling them just right while his thumb keeps circling.

It’s so good it borders on too much.

I bite his shoulder to keep from crying out and he makes a low, broken sound against my skin.

He doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t rush.

Just keeps giving me exactly what my body is asking for until the first orgasm hits hard enough that my thighs shake and I have to bury my face in his neck.