Page 29 of Kane (Ghost Ops #4)
Chapter Twenty
Daphne’s heart hammered a mile a minute as she pressed her mouth to Kane’s.
She wasn’t fully in possession of her wits, clearly, or she wouldn’t have taken such a big chance. Straddling his lap? Kissing him? What if he pushed her away? It was possible, and if he did she’d go, but she’d be humiliated to her core.
So deeply embarrassed she might not be able to look at him for a solid month.
His mouth opened beneath hers, his hands went to her hips, yanking her forward until their crotches met, and his tongue plunged into her mouth.
Okay, good sign. Very good sign.
Daphne cupped his face between her hands, pressed herself harder against him, and met his tongue like a woman starved for sex. Which she was. Not in general, but with him.
She’d wanted to get naked with Kane for ages now, quite possibly since that first night when he’d been part of the trio who’d found her in the empty apartment in the Sutton building.
He’d taken charge, spreading a protective wing over her, getting her warm and safe, feeding her, and hovering like a mother hen with a baby chick.
She’d been drawn to him from the first few moments, though she’d been in no place to do anything about it at the time.
But when she got on her feet again, thanks to him and his friends—her friends now—she’d tried to let him know in every way she could short of actually saying the words that she was available.
He’d ignored her, and she’d eventually realized he always would. That’s when she’d accepted Warren’s invitation to dinner the first time.
Kane’s hands left her hips and went to her shirt.
He unbuttoned it swiftly, untied it, and spread the tails open so he could cup her breasts in two big hands.
Daphne slid her arms around his neck and arched into him.
She was in danger of soaking through the denim of her shorts, but if Kane kept touching her then it was worth a little embarrassment when he discovered it.
If he discovered it. She reminded herself they were a long way from delicious sexy times even if it seemed imminent.
If Kane got some noble thought into his brain, some idea that he had to sacrifice his massive erection on the altar of self-denial, then it was over before it started.
And it was a massive erection, she noted. Because she was rubbing herself shamelessly against it as his tongue delved into her mouth and his big hands dragged her bra down to free her breasts.
“Jesus, Daphne,” he groaned as she kept moving her hips, seeking more of the electricity that sizzled and popped in her veins. “You feel so fucking good. But if you don’t stop moving like that, I’m gonna embarrass myself here with a premature explosion.”
She wanted to laugh and she wanted to free him and feel him inside her before that explosion happened.
“Think that’s an old man problem,” she said, unable to stop herself from goading him. “There might be a pill for it. I’ll pencil it in along with that fiber.”
His too handsome face went still for a moment. Then he laughed. It was a rusty sound, but it was a laugh all the same. “I ought to spank you.”
“Oh, would you?” she whispered, a new flood of moisture adding to the tsunami between her legs. Not that she’d ever been turned on by spanking before, but the idea of Kane’s big hand on her bottom was almost too much to think about. If she didn’t like it, she could always tell him to stop.
Beneath her, his body was rigid. And not just the part of him she wanted rigid. A torrent of swear words issued from his lips. She silenced them with a kiss. He groaned as their mouths met, then his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her shirt open farther.
When his mouth closed over a nipple, Daphne stiffened, her insides melting at the feel of his hot tongue on her flesh. “Kane,” she sighed, winding her fingers in his hair and holding him to her.
He sucked her nipple a little deeper, a little harder, and she felt the answering pull in her center. Her clit throbbed as if each tug of her nipple was a flick along those nerve endings. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if he put his mouth there. She wouldn’t last two seconds.
Overhead the storm cracked and shook, but Daphne no longer cared. She cared about this. Two bodies melding, fusing, becoming one. They weren’t there yet, but she prayed they would be. Soon.
Kane’s fingers skimmed the leg of her shorts, but her legs were spread too wide and they were too tight to get a finger in.
When he unbuttoned her shorts and tugged the zipper down, her heart ricocheted around her chest. She eased the pressure against his dick, moving enough to give him a way in.
His hand slid down the inside of her shorts until his fingers dipped into her seam.
Daphne gasped at the same time he groaned.
“So fucking wet,” he said, leaning back to look at her. Her breasts sat up high and proud from the bra cups sitting beneath and her nipples were tight, wet points where his tongue had been.
Kane’s fingers slid over her clit, and she moaned.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said. “But I really fucking want to.”
“You aren’t the only one involved, Kane. I’m here too, and I really fucking want you to keep doing what you’re doing. I want more than that. I want you inside me.”
He managed to work two fingers into her and Daphne’s walls gripped him tight. “Like this?” he said, his voice a rough purr.
“Yes, but with cock,” she gasped.
“No condom. Believe me, Sunshine, I’m not happy about it.”
So close and yet so far.
“And we’re in a basement,” he added. “You’re worth more than a basement fuck.”
“I don’t mind a basement fuck. To start. But then I want it in a few other places. Shower, couch, kitchen counter. Maybe even your Yukon, assuming you haven’t fucked half of Sutton’s Creek in there.”
He dragged her mouth down to his and kissed her hard. “I don’t fuck in my Yukon,” he growled. “But I’d make an exception for you.”
Daphne shivered with longing. “I haven’t had sex in over a year, Kane. And I have an IUD, so no surprise little Kanes if that’s what worries you.”
He looked at her with hooded eyes, his fingers still inside her body. Still creating havoc with every tiny, shivery movement.
“You aren’t worried about me?”
“Nope. You’re smart and careful. You wouldn’t take a chance. You’d wear a condom every time. And if you want to with me, I don’t blame you. But it’s been so long and I really, really want to come.”
He looked turned on and puzzled all at once. “What about Trigg? He didn’t make you come?”
“Warren and I never, not once, did anything remotely resembling sex. He doesn’t believe in sex before marriage.”
Kane suddenly looked predatory, like a decision had been made. “Out of those shorts, beautiful. Now.”
Daphne climbed from his lap and shimmied out of her shorts, letting them drop to the ground. Kane was on his feet, tugging his shirt off. Daphne went for his jeans before he could, unbuttoning and dragging the zipper down until she could free his cock.
His big, beautiful, hard cock.
Thunder boomed, but it was farther away than before. The storm was moving fast, and so were they. She wanted to move fast. She didn’t want to give him any time to think, to change his mind.
He shoved the shirt from her shoulders, unhooked her bra, and then she was gloriously naked with all her clothes in a pile on the floor. Her hand closed around his cock.
“Daphne.” His voice sounded strangled.
“Mmm, Kane, this is impressive. No wonder they love you,” she said, sliding her hand over him.
He caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not hard. “Look at me.”
She did.
“No more, babe. No more talk of anyone outside this room but you and me. It’s us in here, not anyone else. And I don’t want that in my head when it’s you I’m focused on, okay?”
It was a surprisingly sweet thing to say and her heart skipped a beat.
“No more,” she agreed. It wasn’t that she’d wanted to say those things, it was more that she needed him to realize she wasn’t falling in love with him over a big dick and a magic tongue.
She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back until he was on the chair again.
His cock stood at attention and she thought about dropping to her knees and sucking it, but the floor was hard and she was in too much of a hurry to get him inside her this first time.
Kane put his hands on her hips, rounded them to cup her ass, and pulled her toward him so he could place a kiss beneath her belly button. She threaded her fingers in his hair and let her head fall back, thanking God for thunderstorms.
“This ass is perfect,” he said, his mouth against her skin, his hands sliding down, under her cheeks, back up again. He gave her a light swat and Daphne felt the sting in her nipples and her clitoris. It was… way more exciting than she’d expected it to be.
“That’s for calling me an old man.” He swatted her ass again, the other cheek this time. “And that’s for the fiber crack.”
“I’m going to call you old every day, just so you know. So long as we’re fuck buddies.”
He snorted. “Is that what we are? Fuck buddies?”
She straddled him and he gripped his cock, holding it so she could sink down on him. They both groaned as she surrounded him. “Oh my God,” she said as her body stretched to accommodate him, as she took him inch by inch until he was home.
His eyes glittered hot as he reached up and took the elastic from her hair. It tumbled over her shoulders like a fall of red silk.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said. “This hair. You. This moment.”
Daphne fisted her hand in his hair and pulled his head back so she could kiss him.
Her tongue speared into his mouth, taking what she wanted.
“Just so you know,” she whispered against his lips.
“I know this is nothing but sex. Your dick is feeling very magical at the moment, but I promise not to fall in love with you.”
His muscles tightened as he stood up without breaking the connection between their bodies. It was a move that would’ve made even the most immune of women swoon. Daphne was not immune. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he held her up, the muscles in his arms corded and beautiful.
He took her to one of the mattresses and laid her down on it, never losing the contact between them. His gaze dropped over her body before locking with hers again. “Need you to hang on, Sunshine.”
Then he thrust home—and Daphne shattered.