Page 44 of Kane (Ghost Ops #4)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Daphne’s heart pounded with excitement as Kane rolled his head back against the door and groaned again.

“Fuck, Daphne, you’re killing me here.”

“No, you just think I am,” she said when she stopped sucking to run her tongue along the underside of his dick before swirling it around the head. A drop of salty pre-cum hit her tongue and she knew he was close. So close.

“I want you to come, Kane. I want to drink you down and hear you say my name.”

She thought for sure he was onboard, especially when she started sucking again, but he cupped her head in his hands and stopped her. Then he pulled out and gently lifted her until she was standing.

“What are you doing? You were close!”

“Yeah, trust me, I fucking know,” he growled. “Want to be inside you.”

Kane was relentless as he walked her backwards to the bed, unsnapping her bra and lifting it off before picking her up and tossing her onto the mattress.

He attacked her panties, dragging them off her hips and throwing them over his shoulder.

Then he dropped between her legs and licked her from slit to clit as she gasped his name and clutched fistfuls of the sheets.

“How you like that, angel?”

“No fair! I wanted to make you come.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled as he licked her again. “How about we both come?”

He crawled up her body, licking and kissing and sucking as he went, until she was a mass of nerve endings waiting for the spark. She thought he’d drive into her as soon as he fitted himself between her legs, but instead he took his time and kissed her thoroughly.

And then he slid into her body like he had all the time in the world, until he was deep inside her and they were face to face, breaths mingling in the near darkness.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunshine. Inside and out. Need you to know that.”

Before she could formulate a reply, he started to move. Everything ceased to exist but this moment. This heat and want and rightness.

They moved together like they’d always done so. Like they were made for each other.

Daphne closed her eyes tight and told herself not to think those thoughts, but they crept in anyway.

Kane Fox was the most sensual, gorgeous man she’d ever known.

He knew her body almost as well as she did.

Knew where and how and when to move to make lightning sizzle.

Nobody else had ever touched her like he did.

Sex with him was anything but meaningless for her. It was next level. She thought she could spend a lifetime with him and never grow tired of this dance. But Kane didn’t want a lifetime and she needed to remember it instead of building castles in her head.

The fall to the ground would be so much easier when it was over if she didn’t do that.

He kissed her and the spark caught, burning into a hot flame, before exploding into a million more sparks that had her crying out and holding tightly to him as her body shook with the force of her pleasure. She’d lasted all of a couple of minutes when she’d wanted more time with him.

But Kane kept moving until he stoked the fires just right. She came again, her body going through the delightful motions of tightening and exploding with sensation once more.

Kane let himself go with a shout, driving her into the mattress as he finished strong, pumping into her until he was spent.

Then he rolled to the side and took her with him.

Sweat dampened their bodies but the air from the ceiling fan made them cool again as they lay together and just breathed, Kane’s fingers tracing a lazy trail up and down her spine.

“I can’t think straight when I’m with you,” he said, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. “Wasn’t always this way, but since you yelled at me in the gym and I saw your tits, I’ve wanted you naked and in my bed so I could do dirty things to you.”

Daphne lifted up on one elbow. “I like the dirty things you do to me. I want you to do more dirty things. Often.”

She thought he might laugh or give her one of his grins, but he only looked at her with a serious expression.

“Need you to be careful, babe. No more emerging to confront the Nathan Faders of the world, okay? That wasn’t cool, no matter that it turned out to be all right. And if your brother happens to stroll into the range, I’m begging you not to show your face. Let us deal with it.”

She gave him a quick kiss. “Careful, Candy Kane, or I’ll think you care about me more than you should.”

“I care, Daphne. Promise me you won’t be reckless, okay?”

She thought about making a joke, trying to lighten the mood, but he looked so serious that she abandoned the plan. “I won’t be reckless, Kane. I promise.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t want you to be reckless either. Just saying.”

“I’m never reckless, honey. I always know what I’m doing. Except right now. Got to say I’m at a loss with you.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“For me? Hell, yeah. I like knowing what I’m doing, where I am, what the plan is. I like being in control. I don’t feel in control with you.”

“That makes two of us. But maybe we just see where it goes, huh? No pressure, no expectations.”

She wanted expectations, but telling him that would put an end to the fun a lot sooner. And she liked being in his bed, having the right to touch him, hearing the sounds he made when he let go and gave himself over to the moment. It was intoxicating.

Kane palmed her ass, squeezed one cheek in his broad hand. “No pressure. But expectations? Sunshine, I expect to do a lot of those dirty things you wanted. Maybe spank this gorgeous ass again. While fucking you from behind, because I really want to watch my cock disappear inside you.”

Daphne shivered with longing. “Mmm, sounds delicious. When can we start?”

He moved beneath her and she felt the burgeoning swell of his cock. “Soon. Very soon.”

“Insatiable. I love it. Maybe we’ll cross those erection pills off the list after all.”

He growled as he swatted her ass just hard enough to tingle. “Brat.”

She wrapped her hand around him. “Yes, big daddy?”

Kane groaned and laughed at the same time. “You’re never forgiving me for the age thing, are you?”

“I dunno. Maybe you need to spank me some more, teach me a lesson.”

“Maybe so.”

Sooner than she’d have thought possible, Kane was inside her, taking her body to unbelievable heights while her heart ached with all the love she couldn’t share.

Daphne woke late the next morning. It was Sunday, so she didn’t have to be at the range.

She stretched, her body aching in all the right places.

Kane wasn’t beside her, but she hadn’t expected to find him there.

Especially when she smelled bacon. She sat up, naked as the day she was born beneath Kane’s sheets, and smiled to herself.

They had spent the night together, sleeping and making love, whispering hot, sweet words to each other. She’d kept the L-word to herself, of course. Kane had told her how beautiful she was, how sexy, how perfect. He’d said so many wonderful things and she felt good. Better than good.

But she didn’t feel completely whole and she probably never would. It was unfair to expect him to love her when she knew what he’d been through with his wife.

Daphne was still angry with the woman, but she was sad for her too. She’d had the love of a good man and she’d thrown it away. Thrown him away. And then she’d paid a price nobody should have to pay for making a stupid mistake.

Daphne found her sweat pants and tank top, her sports bra, and dragged everything on so she could go to the bathroom and brush her teeth before heading downstairs.

If Kane lived alone, she’d parade through the house in teeny panties and no bra just to wind him up.

Then again, she was still sore from last night so maybe not.

Got to give the coochie time to recover before taking Kane for another spin.

After she brushed her teeth, she dragged her hair into a messy bun and went to the kitchen. Kane was there, cooking breakfast. Her gaze slid over the muscles of his forearms, the way his butt filled his athletic shorts, and desire uncoiled in her belly.

Rawr.

A throat clearing had her turning her head to find Ethan leaning against the counter opposite, cup of coffee in hand. “Morning, Daph.”

Heat seeped into her cheeks. “Morning, Ethan. How are you?”

“Pretty good. Had to find my earplugs last night, but once I did that, I slept just fine.”

Oh lord.

Kane snorted. “Don’t tease her, man. Morning, babe. You sleep okay?”

“Yes. Perfectly. Thank you.”

She was still stuck on the idea of Ethan needing earplugs. Had they been that loud? She hoped not.

“Coffee?” Ethan asked since he was standing beside the pot.

“Please.”

He poured a cup for her. Daphne had to add her own cream since Ethan didn’t know precisely how much. Kane did though. He always fixed her coffee before handing it to her. Yet another thing she enjoyed about being with him. He paid attention and he knew what she liked.

In more ways than one.

When she got close enough to where he stood, he hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her to him, kissing her forehead before letting her go. “Bacon, eggs, and grits this morning. That good?”

“Absolutely.”

She wouldn’t know how to make grits if her life depended on it.

She knew how to cook the bacon, thanks to Kane.

Eggs weren’t too difficult either so long as she wanted them scrambled.

Start poaching or trying to do them over-easy and she was hopeless.

Scrambled was a mess, so she could manage that since she’d make a mess anyway.

“I asked around town last night,” Ethan began. “Wendy Cochran remembers your brother buying coffee and a slice of banana bread a few days ago at around eight in the morning. There were two other men with him.”