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His chest rose and fell as he raked both hands through his hair. As quickly as he’d claimed my mouth, he pulled out, wrapping his hand around mine and sliding the slickened tip back and forth across my lips.

“Soon, sunshine. Soon. But not now.”

He scooted backwards until he was able to slide one of my legs from between his. Bending it at the knee, he pressed my leg open wide, taking the time to roll his fingers in a circle before pushing it down to the bed.

Every few seconds he lifted his gaze, eyeing my reaction. There was no concern on his face, just a dangerous combination of lust and control.

He backed away, trailing his fingers down my bent knee to my foot.

As he jerked me closer to the edge of the bed, he did so unblinking. His face taut. His breathing tight. The lightest brush of his fingers sent a shot of explosive heat directly into my pussy. He rolled his hands along the inside of my legs, his thumbs grazing across my lace-covered pussy. I almost convulsed from the electric jolts tickling every inch of skin.

Another moan escaped my lips and I turned my head to the side the moment he slipped fingers under the waistband of my panties. I was nervous yet excited, still panting as he slowly rolled them over my hips.

I was so hot and wet I couldn’t breathe, the wild bunch of butterflies giving way to a more treacherous group of bees. Soon they’d be stinging my insides, reminding me this wasn’t real, only a glimmer of a fantasy.

But that just didn’t matter, not when I felt so close to him. Closer than I had to any person in my life.

Including my father.

I felt as if I’d been allowed a vision of everything he’d been through, the horrors and anger, the sadness and remorse. The guilt.

As he wrapped his arms around my legs, all I wanted was to let go.

In truth, we both needed to shove aside aspects of our past and our identities, giving way to pleasure.

If only for tonight.

CHAPTER 29

Kage

I’d spouted off something that should never have been said.

Fuck. Why had I dared cross that line? Why in fuck’s sake had I allowed my goddamn armor to fall?

Maybe the answer was easier than I wanted to admit. The moment I’d thought she’d been taken, I’d been ready to burn down the entire goddamn world. Nothing had mattered but finding her. Even when I had, I’d barely been able to breathe. I hadn’t felt so anxious in years.

Even the recent nightmares had paled in comparison to the anger and fear rifling through my system. Then the rage, the extreme shot of adrenaline had crushed any concept of decency when she’d babbled off about the abused horses.

I’d wanted to shut her up. Hell, I’d thought about shoving my dick into her mouth just like I’d done seconds before. Yeah, I was an evil man. Now, I needed more. Every fucking inch.

The beautiful woman lying underneath me had no idea who she was in bed with, the darkness of guilt and anger creating a monster. Only beasts of the night were supposed to have claws and fangs, not medals of honor.

Juliette’s soft moans pulled me from the wretched moment of despair. She didn’t need to be saddled with my shit and I certainly had no business touching my client.

Maybe we were both in the mood to break the rules.

Her skin was luminous tonight, the ever-changing prickles on her naked skin creating a wave of vulnerability. For the strong woman, she seemed entirely too innocent for a man like me to violate.

But I couldn’t help myself.

I rubbed the insides of her thighs, studying every reaction as I lowered my face toward sweet nirvana, blowing across her wet pussy. Her scent was incredible, the fragrance keeping my cock at full attention. She tossed her head back and forth, issuing soft mews.

Encouraging me to continue.

I had no intention of stopping. Tonight nothing else mattered.

Tomorrow was another day.