Page 48 of Kane

Her eyebrows shot up. “My, aren’t we ambitious? What happened to just spending the night with me in your arms?”

His smile dimmed. “Of course. I mean—”

Mandy’s laugh was husky as she closed the distance between them. “I’m teasing you.” She kissed his throat, right above the neckline of his T-shirt, and he shivered beneath the soft press of her lips. “I want to make love with you.” Her hands traveled up the outside of his arms. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

With one kiss and a feather-light touch, she already had his dick standing at full attention. “Weeks?” he croaked.

“Mm-hmm.” Her delicate hands slid over his shoulders, then her fingers moved down to trace his collarbone. “I want to see you.” She pulled on his shirt. “Take this off.”

Like a randy schoolboy, he couldn’t move fast enough. He scrambled to pull his T-shirt over his head. His nipples pebbled in the chilled air-conditioned room.

Mandy’s fingers moved straight to them, gliding over their peaks in small, circular movements. Her eyes flashed as she watched her hands glide down his torso, over the trail of hair beneath his navel, to the buckle of his belt.

“I want to see everything,” she whispered. Her gaze flashed up to his.

Was she asking permission?

He gave it to her with a quick jerk of his head.

His Mandy didn’t waste one second. She had his belt unbuckled and his fly open in a heartbeat. Tugging his pants down to his thighs, she freed his erection, and it strained to get closer to her.

She tilted her head as she surveyed his eager cock. “I’m not sure it’s going to fit.”

Mandy was always so self-confident, so poised and perfect, it was easy to forget she was a virgin. No, not to forget her virginity, but to forget she might be nervous or unsure. God knew, if she ever was, she never showed it.

She stepped toward him, taking his shaft in her hands. “I’ve dreamed about it. What it would be like to feel you inside me.” She put her lips against his ear. “I ordered a dildo online.”

His dick jumped, and suddenly his mind was filled with the filthiest images imaginable of her pleasuring herself with his name on her lips.

“It’s supposed to look like the real thing.” Her tongue grazed his lobe; her breath was hot and damp. “But it’s not like yours. You feel different in my hands.” She squeezed him. “Show me how different you feel between my legs.”

“You play dirty,” he growled, then kicked off his shoes and tossed the rest of his clothing onto the floor. He palmed her between her legs and squeezed over the thick denim of her jeans.

She closed her eyes long enough to moan softly.

“You like it, huh?” He rubbed roughly over her pussy, and her breath shuddered. She looked like a fucking goddess with her eyes glazed and mouth slightly open in pleasure.

If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to come right here in front of the mini-fridge and microwave.

He tore at the button of her jeans, and she scrambled to help him get her undressed. He needed her too much to have any finesse.

Thank God, she seemed every bit as hungry for him.

She lunged toward him, their mouths crashing together, tongues sliding over each other in frantic motion. They’d kissed dozens of times in the three months they’d been together, but this was different. This kiss consumed him.

His arms around her waist pulled her closer; the feel of her skin against his electrified him. It was everything, and still not enough. Fueled by adrenaline and need, he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. Their mouths still locked together, he carried her the short distance to the bed and lowered her body to the soft petals he’d scattered with care.

The last thing he wanted to do was to pull back, but he hadn’t seen her yet. Not really. And goddamn, she was a revelation.

Her porcelain skin…her tight peach nipples…and the smooth, perfect surface of bare skin between her legs. His mouth watered.

“Kane,” she whispered. “Please.”

He wanted to do everything. Touch her everywhere. He didn’t even know where to begin.

She rubbed her thighs together restlessly.

Never mind. He knew exactly where to begin.