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NINE

Kane

Two words turn my world upside down. Nothing is going as planned.

I wasn’t going to do this. Just this morning, I swore I was going to keep Eagle at arm’s distance.

I was NOT going to take her virginity.

Even when I was talking to my sister, I was still trying to convince myself that this is WRONG. So fucking wrong.

But Eagle’s innocent curiosity—her visible arousal—is more than I can take. I’m strong. I’m not a robot.

Fuck. I’m probably already going to hell anyway.

Scooping Eagle off the counter, I kiss her like my body demands. Thoroughly. Deeper. Letting her know that I’m more than okay with her licking me. I fucking need it like I need food and water for sustenance.

No, now she is my sustenance.

“Taking you to bed, sweetheart, where we can take things nice and slow.”

She whimpers into my mouth, her supple thighs tightening on my waist. Making the madness even worse.

This is unknown territory for me. She might be the virgin, but I’m learning that sex before was… nothing.

When I walk into the small living-room-bedroom combo, I stumble to a stop. Goddamned single bed. I need room to work.

“Hang on, babe.”

I lean over, clutching her to me as I drag the mattress, bedding and all, off the bed onto the floor, positioning it by the fireplace. “That’s better.”

Sweet laughter fills the tiny gap between us when I flip back the blanket and lay her down.

“Is the single bed too small for you?”

“Damn right it is. I’ve got work to do.”

“I thought I was going to do the work… to lick you,” Eagle whispers, embarrassment in her tone.

Rolling so we’re on our sides, her front to my front, I pull her leg over my waist as I murmur, “I’m excellent at multi-tasking.”

Sixty-nine comes to mind. But what would a virgin think of that?

“Oh, um, how should I…” She licks the seam of her lips.

“Do anything you want.”

“I want to kiss your stomach.”

Christ. My gut ripples, my cock getting impossibly long. “Go for it.”

I roll to my back, savoring the slow perusal she gives my abs as she scoots down my length.

I clock the instant she realizes what my chest tattoo is. Her eyes widen, her lips parting as her nipples get even harder.

“This is an eagle tattoo…”

Here goes everything.

“I wanted something that made me think of you. I knew if I couldn’t have you, at least I could hang onto the memory of how you make me feel.”

Staring at my ink, her eyes get misty. The first brush of her lips over the tattoo’s wing rips a ragged moan from my throat and a split through my heart.

By the time she kisses lower, her tongue dragging tentatively over my Adonis belt, dipping into my navel, I’m panting. It feels like I’m sprinting.

My cock is on fire. Seed slamming up toward my head like a battering ram.

“You’re gonna make me bust, sweetheart. That feels so fucking good.”

When her hand cups my shaft through my jeans, I turn into a human electrical wire.

“God, babe. I can’t take it any more. Rub my dick through my pants, you’ve got to relieve the pressure.”

“What if I take it out first?”

“Don’t!” I bark. “No. Do not take it out. Not until you’re ready because I’m battling for control right now. If that barrier is gone between my dick and your dripping wet pussy, I’m gonna be too rough on you.”

She looks startled for a second. “Why does that turn me on?”

I stare at the ceiling, trying to get my heart back inside my ribcage. “How about we not talk about that right now.”

“Okay,” she breathes, but then Eagle climbs her sweet, sleek body on top of me, her mouth crashing into mine.

It’s on. It’s so fucking on. My hands grasp her ass as she kisses me wildly, testing the way to use her tongue to make me even more insane.

The woman is trying to break me.

When my fingertips reach all the way around to her pussy, she shudders in my arms, never breaking the kiss. She’s ripe as a fucking peach.

I have to get inside of her. Now. Now. Now.

Easing my finger into her heat, I slick through her folds, my hips bucking when that warm, wet channel locks around me.

“Kane, that feels so good,” she breathes against my mouth. “I’m fluttering inside.”

Oh god. God. I’m about to fuck a twenty-year-old. My boss’s daughter. My obsession. The woman I symbolized with a tattoo over most of my chest.

And I’ve got a lot of work to do to get that tight little hole ready. To do that best, I need her below me.

“Gonna put you on your back now, beautiful.”

She whimpers when I drag her off of me, settling her below me. Her legs snap open, like she’s allowed me in a thousand times before.

“That’s my girl.” Leaning over her, I brace myself on one hand, letting the other feel the weight of her tits, drawing the peaks between my fingers. Then my lips. “I’m gonna eat you until you melt.”

The way her breathing speeds, her body beginning to writhe, causes agony inside of my briefs.

Slow. Take it fucking slow, Kane. The reward will be so damned sweet.

When I kiss her stomach, Eagle whimpers my name. When I slide a finger inside while I suck on her clit, she gets silent, but the rock of her hips is the only indication I need that she’s on board.

My cock pulses hard.

And I remember—FUCKING HELL—I don’t have a condom.

“Babe,” I rasp, “you on the pill?” Please say yes. Please.

“No.”

An icepick sticks into my brain. “No birth control?”

She looks up at me, dazed. “I’ve got an IUD.”

When I laugh, almost deliriously, she grins. “Guess I should have told you that.”

“You okay with bareback?” I check myself. Eagle probably doesn’t know what that means. “No condom.”

“Of course, it’s you, Kane. I totally trust you.”

Of course. She trusts me.

If I could punch myself in the face and still keep my fingers inside her, and my arm bracing me above her, I would.

“You’re gonna feel so good,” I squeeze out between my locked vocal cords. “I need you to come first.”

And that’s what she does. I plant my shoulders between her legs, and go for broke. Loving Eagle with my tongue, my lips, my fingers, until she unravels on a low, throaty cry.

Something shifts in my chest as I unbuckle my belt, open my fly, and rise over her again.