Page 30 of Kane (Ghost Ops #4)

Chapter Twenty-One

Ten minutes ago, he’d have said his determination not to ever cross the line into sex with Daphne was iron-clad.

Yet here they were, naked as the day they were born.

Kane was buried to the hilt inside her and Daphne was convulsing around his cock after a single thrust. Her back arched, her perfect breasts thrusting in the air as her eyes shuttered and her mouth dropped open.

He wanted to kiss her, and he wanted to watch what happened when he moved inside her. He chose option two. Plenty of time for kissing later. He pulled out slowly, dragging against her walls, then slammed into her again, right up to the point stars danced behind his eyelids.

“Fuck,” he swore as sensation traveled down into his balls and up his spine. It wouldn’t take much at this rate until he lost it too.

“Yes,” she gasped, her body shaking around him.

“Look at me, Sunshine.”

Her eyes snapped open, tangling with his. It’d been an alpha male thing to say, a command he’d needed to give like he’d needed his next breath, but he hadn’t been prepared for what it did to him.

His heart stuttered and tripped before righting itself and racing to catch up to where his brain was. All he could do until that happened was stare, feeling Daphne’s pussy grip him tight as she kept coming.

Move , his brain finally said.

Kane dropped to his elbows so he could bracket her face between his hands and watch her reaction. Then he started moving, thrusting deep and hard, dragging his cock along her walls, pushing inside again, prolonging her pleasure, propelling her toward even greater heights.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Like that. Fuck yes.”

He loved the mouth on her, the way she didn’t hold back. The way she named what this was and made sure he knew she didn’t expect anything from him.

And yet something about that also disappointed him. Which made no sense. This was pretty much his wet dream come true. Daphne Bryant’s luscious body beneath his, taking every inch of him, wanting him to fuck her into a screaming orgasm without expecting a commitment from him.

He’d dreamed about this, jerked off to thoughts of the two of them tangled together, and told himself repeatedly it could never happen.

But it was happening, and while he’d probably beat himself up over it later, he wasn’t wasting time regretting it in the moment.

Her eyes closed again, her bottom lip catching between her teeth, and he had a need to make her pay attention to him instead of whatever was happening inside her head.

Kane dropped his mouth to hers, speared his tongue into her mouth, and groaned when she kissed him back like she was dying of thirst and he was water.

Their mouths fused, their bodies moved together, and a fire lit inside Kane’s soul, burning along the pathways in his brain, along his nerve endings, until he felt like he was about to ignite.

He anchored himself more firmly onto his elbows and pistoned into her willing body with a need bordering on primal.

She stiffened beneath him—and then shouted his name as the wave broke over her. Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, anchoring him inside her. Any thoughts he’d had about withdrawing before he came fled as he erupted, jet after jet of semen coating her walls, draining him of the will to move.

Time ceased to have meaning as waves of ecstasy rolled and rolled before finally fading to something more manageable. Until he came back to himself, still buried inside her, tangled in a sweaty heap of arms, legs, and body parts.

He hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time.

“Everything good?” Daphne asked, cracking an eye to look at him.

Her pussy still gloved him, warm and tight and welcoming, and she could ask that?

“Yeah,” he said roughly. “You?”

Her smile was the very definition of satisfied even if her next words made him choke. “It wasn’t bad.”

“Wasn’t bad?” he growled, flexing his hips just to hear her gasp.

“Okay, it was fucking fantastic and you know it. Happy now?”

He dropped his mouth to lazily circle her nipple. “Yes. Mostly. Gonna need to do it again, slower this time, and that might help me be even happier.”

“I’m there for it. Except, and it pains me to say this, I think we need to head to the Dawg before our friends send a search party.”

“Aw, shit. You’re right.” He withdrew from her body reluctantly and reached for his jeans, found his phone.

Daphne turned on her side as he propped himself on an elbow beside her.

“Three messages,” he told her while she trailed a hand over his abs.

It was this close to tickling, but he liked her hand on him so he didn’t stop her.

Ethan: You coming?

He turned the phone to Daphne. She snickered. “Coming is why we’re late.”

“I’m not writing that.”

Had to wait for the storm to pass.

Next message was Seth. Y’all get caught in the storm?

Yes, be there soon.

Rory: I hear you and Daphne went to the house so she could change clothes. Did you finally pull your head out of your ass and kiss her? Is that why you’re late?

He turned the phone again. Daphne’s eyes widened and then she laughed. “Dammit, she’s good. Though I’m the one who kissed you.”

“I’ll tell her that.”

“The hell you will.”

“You’re right, I won’t.”

She leaned over to kiss his chest. “I don’t want them to know. I think you’re with me on that.”

He was, but why did it bother him when she said it?

“Agreed.”

Her hair was a mess, her eyes were gorgeous, and her body was mouth-watering. She sat up and started to reach for her clothing. “I’m starving. Think it’s safe to head over there now?”

“Yeah, I think so. Why don’t you want anyone to know?” he asked, because he couldn’t stop thinking about it now that she’d said it so matter-of-factly.

She stopped what she was doing to look at him.

“Because it’s personal? Because I don’t want to endure questions and comments and nosy friends—book club friends, I might add—asking how things are going, if we’re moving in together, it we’re committed, etcetera.

They’re all in happy relationships that are headed toward marriage and babies and all that.

This is an agreement to scratch each other’s itch for as long as we want to, right? ”

It sounded empty when she put it that way, but that’s what he wanted. “Yes.”

“Exactly. I want to have hot sex with you without questions or comments about said sex.”

He dragged on his briefs. “You don’t think they’re going to notice if I stay overnight at your place?”

She shook her head. “No, because you aren’t staying. You can leave when we’re done.”

He didn’t like the way that made him feel, but he could hardly blame her for it. He’d been the one who’d set those expectations in the first place.

“You’re forgetting something, honey. The cameras in the stairwell show arrivals and departures. Blaze will know I’m there even if nobody else does.”

“Well, hell. Swear him to secrecy?”

“From Emma?”

She pursed her lips. “Guess that won’t work. Emma won’t want to keep it from Rory.” She waved a hand. “We’ll figure it out. Or maybe we’ll be done by then anyway. Meaningless sex doesn’t last long, right? Problem solved.”

Damn, she was brutal. “And if we aren’t done?”

“There’s always your Yukon,” she said with a grin.

The overhead bulb snapped to life, flooding the basement with more light than the lantern gave off. Daphne had put on her bra and shirt, leaving the tails hanging, but she hadn’t put on underwear or shorts as she headed for the stairs with those garments in her hands.

“Where are you going half-dressed?”

She turned back to him. “Really, Kane?”

Her gaze dropped and his followed. A glistening trail of his semen ran down the inside of her thighs.

Fuck, that was hot. Made his dick swell again. Not that it’d ever stopped, but it’d been on the way down until that moment.

“Think we could convince them we had car trouble?” he asked. “Because I want you in my bed so I can take my time for round two.”

“Sorry, hot stuff. You know as well as I do that’s a suspicious excuse.”

He sighed as he zipped his jeans and tugged his shirt over his head. She wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, fine. Let’s go to the Dawg and eat before we end up with a search party of nosy fuckers at the door.”