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- CHAPTER TEN -

KAIN

I could see myself in the mirror behind her. Arousal colored my skin and coated my tongue. Her taste was like a deep breath after years below the ocean. I’d never kissed—or wanted to kiss—like this.

My cock reached for her through my jeans. Her moan when she felt me grinding against her sweatpants sent a new throb through my shaft. Each brush of my tongue on hers sent pulses of excitement through my pores.

Our heat met, her hips pushing back on mine. Sammy had stopped pretending she didn’t want me. Whatever wrongs I’d done, they wilted when compared to her desire. I knew the feeling.

“Fuck.” I bit the word off, my teeth chasing her lower lip. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you outside my room this morning.” It could have been years ago, it felt like forever; another time, another world.

Sammy buried her hands in my hair, trailing her nails down my neck. Her touch called forth goose bumps. “I’m still mad at you,” she whispered. Her eyes dared me to challenge that fact.

Grinning, I set my thumbs on her cheeks and kissed her again. “That just makes it more fun.”

Her whimper made my cock swell uncomfortably.

Scooping her ass into my palms, I lifted her so she was sitting on the counter all over again. Before, I’d tended to her foot, but it was the rest of her I was interested in now. Sliding my hands down her thighs, I squeezed her knees, vising me between them.

Sitting as she was, her eyes were level with mine. Fisting her hair, I forced her chin back, exposing her long neck. My grip was rough, but my mouth was soft as butter. I tasted the hollow of her throat, the corner of her ear.

Sammy tried to look at me. That half-lidded stare revealed the wet edges of her green eyes. She was aching as much as I was, and fuck if that wasn’t a rush. Her excitement pushed mine over the edge. I was free-falling into helpless lust. It was a ride I’d take again and again, if she let me.

Her nipples were hard through her shirt. Without a bra, it was easy to see them and the shadows they cast down her front. Leaning forward, I let her hair go so I could dig my fingertips into her spine. I forced her to arch into me, her body shaping like a bow about to fire an arrow.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket; I jumped forward, startled.

Sammy laughed softly, her forehead pushing into mine. “For a second, I thought your dick was vibrating.”

“Yeah? Would you like me more or less if my cock could do that?”

“I don’t think I’d complain.”

Reaching back for my phone, I chuckled through my teeth. “I’ll remember that.” Eyeing the text, I frowned sharply. Between my heavy need to get laid and Hawthorne calling me, I knew which I’d rather focus on.

She leaned away, sensing our moment was fading. “I’m guessing that’s your dad.”

“Brother, actually.” My phone buzzed again. “Oh. No. That time it was Dad.” They were blowing up my phone, telling me to get my ass downstairs. Frustrated, I ran my fingers through my hair.

Sammy gripped the counter, her legs spreading farther. It was the pose of someone relaxing—taking it easy—but it just made her look more tempting than ever. Groaning loudly, I pushed my shaft back against her. “Why can’t they leave us alone a little longer?”

Her smile lit up her eyes. It was sogoodto see her happy. “It’s fine. Go see them, but first ...”

“I bend you over and rail you until you can’t stand?”

Blushing hard, she shoved a hand into my chest. “Let me make that phone call.”

Right. I forgot about that.For a second, I endured a twinge of self-doubt. Had she been making out with me just to get her way? Was it all a show?No. She couldn’t fake it like that.I’d spent the night with her once already, her touch ... her moans ... they were the same as then.

Handing her my phone, I backed up. Sammy stayed as she was, her eyes tracking down to my palm as I adjusted my painful erection. When she saw I’d caught her, I winked. Her perfect teeth crushed her bottom lip, making my core swim.

“Can I do this alone?” she asked.

Shrugging, I headed out the door. My father would have told me I was an idiot for not listening in. But truthfully, I trusted Sammy. I couldn’t find a reason not to. She’d gone out of her way to help my sister three different times, and while money had been involved twice ... no one had paid her to be the maid of honor.

Lifting my hand, I brushed my mouth. Everything was still tingling with the feel of her. It was the way a lightning bolt must feel if it slid beneath your skin.

As awful as it was, I comforted myself with the knowledge that she wasn’t going anywhere tonight. If I couldn’t have her to myself yet, there’d be a chance soon enough.