Page 53 of Her Ruthless Protector

“Are you wearing a thong now?” he asked.

“I think you should do some reconnaissance.”

“I’m doing my job wrong if you can use four syllable words.”

“I’m all for you trying to do better. I could do better, except you didn’t let me eat.”

Kane threw back his head and laughed. “I accept your challenge, Ms. Lancaster.” His big hands gently circled her ankles and pulled her towards him, watching her eyes fill with both delight and a slight bit of trepidation.

Perfect.

“I need you closer to peruse my playing field.” Kane let her lower legs fall on either side of his hips and he wrapped his hands around her knees so he could begin skating upwards to explore what was under the spandex of her dress.

“Fail,” she breathed.

“What?”

“You should have used the word scrutinize, not peruse. That has four syllables.” He looked up and saw her eyes glinting with laughter.

“Fail. Scrutinize only has three syllables, I must be doing something right. Now turn off that brain of yours.” He pushed her dress up to her waist and sucked in a deep breath when he saw that her lace panties exactly matched the blue of her dress. She rolled her hips, trying to tempt him.

“Nope, I need a kiss first,” he said.

“Tease,” A.J. said as she held out her arms. Kane lowered himself on top of her and heard her sigh of pleasure. She grasped his hair and tried to take control of the kiss.

Nuh-uh, not going to happen.

He softly rubbed his cheek against hers, then kissed her temple. “We’ve got hours.”

She pulled harder on his hair and he loved it. It still didn’t mean he was going to give in. He brushed a feather-light kiss against her temple, then trailed kisses down her jaw until her fingers relaxed. Then he took hold of her earlobe and laved it with his tongue, then softly bit.

A.J. moaned, her fingernails scratched his scalp.

She stopped with the rolling and arched up. He still wasn’t done, it was time for a kiss. He’d been dreaming about it since the other night in the trailer. He licked the soft flesh of her neck on the way to her mouth, then found her lips parted…waiting. Kane touched his mouth to hers, breathing in her essence, tasting meringue and A.J. The flavor was sublime.

She sank deeper into the covers and he pressed deeper, she sucked his tongue into her mouth and his cock pulsed. She’d be the death of him. He hadn’t even realized her hands had moved until his shirt was pulled halfway up his back.

She jerked her head away, “Off.”

He reared up and yanked off his shirt and threw it across the room. Her eyes glittered in appreciation and her hands lifted upwards. He pulled at her dress, revealing her breasts.

“No bra,” he admonished.

“You Neanderthal. The dress is padded.” She grabbed his head and brought his mouth downward. He accepted her invitation.

“Freckles. I love freckles. God, you’re gorgeous, and you’re stacked.”

A.J. laughed.

Kane grinned. One question was answered, such pretty pale pink nipples. But he wanted to know everything. What did she like? What did she taste like? He gently brushed his tongue against one tight peak, and she let out a long moan. So sexy. His need was off the charts. Softly touching her other nipple, he drew that tantalizing nub into his mouth and felt his erection press against the zipper of his jeans. He was going to end up with train tracks on his dick, and he didn’t care.

He plucked at one nipple and lashed his tongue against the other.

“Harder, Kane.”

He obliged, but now he needed more. He grabbed her around her waist. “Lift up your arms, Baby.”

She didn’t, but it didn’t matter, he grabbed her dress bunched around her waist and pulled it upwards and that, in turn, forced her arms over her head. He flung the dress across the room and stared down at the electric blue panel of lace covering heaven. He gently pushed her down on the bed and nudged the panties to one side and slid one finger along the seam of her sex.