Page 69 of Her Ruthless Protector

“Nothing scary, Honey,” Kane said tenderly. “We’ll just make love.”

“No,” she wailed. “Making love is scary, you might think I’m promising more than I can deliver.”

“Calm down,” he soothed. “Sex. Nothing but good old-fashioned sweaty sex.”

“Why is your smile so big?” she asked suspiciously.

“Antonia, if you can’t figure out why my smile is so big when I have you naked in bed with me, then I’m doing something wrong.”

Kane brushed his nose against hers, then finally brushed his fingers against her aching nipples.

Thank God.

“Harder,” she pleaded. He obliged. Tracing tight circles around the aching tips as he kissed her behind her ear.

“What else? What else do you want me to do?” he asked.

A.J. slid her calf up the side of his powerful thigh so that she was open to him, inviting him to touch her more intimately.

His tongue rasped along her neck. A.J. whined when he did it again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she tilted her hips upwards.

Kane hissed, then bit her neck. “I can feel your heat. Are you wet for me?”

“You should find out for yourself,” she coaxed.

Kane shuddered. She liked that. She was a quivering mass of need, the least that could happen is he could shudder.

“Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are,” he dared. His green eyes glittered with heat.

She’d do him one better. She moved her hand downwards to where her legs were open and tried to drive him crazy. A.J. knew he needed to go get a condom, but he was taking too damn long. She’d get it herself, but she didn’t know where they were. So, she’d take his dare.

Kane’s eyes avidly watched as she moved her left hand over her breast and down her stomach. Then she meandered toward her red and gold curls and she grinned when his breath stilled. Then she slid her hand around his erection and stroked it.

Up.

Down.

Taking his beautiful cock, she slid it through her wet folds, and he gasped.

Ooooh, that was nice.

“Fuck, A.J. Again.”

She closed her eyes and swirled the tip around her clit and trembled. She pressed harder. Her hips jerked.

He jackknifed out of the bed. She was too aroused to laugh. Her fingers touched where his hot flesh had been. She whimpered.

“Stop that,” he roared. “Your orgasm belongs to me.”

“Then you better hurry with that condom.” Her voice was hoarse.

She watched as he rolled on the protection, her fingers faltering because just seeing him caused her to want him. She needed him inside her.

Now.

Then Kane was on the bed, and he was pushing inside her, and it was bliss. Nothing had ever felt so good. He took her higher and faster than the best champagne, than the most terrifying roller coaster.

Kane’s hand palmed her breast, and his thumb and forefinger rolled the tip. She bit his nipple, then licked it. His taste was incredible, she needed more.