Page 114 of The Right Wrong Promise

Sweet Jesus, I have to bite my bottom lip.

The stars overhead blur like diamonds as my eyes roll.

“Kane, Kane… don’t stop!” Under a minute and I’m already begging.

Yikes.

And as the hand on my hip slides up to my breasts, as he sucks my throat, as he delicately kisses the shell of my ear and breathes more molten lust into me, my surrender deepens.

His fingers tweak my nipples before he pinches them.

A fire burst zings straight to my core.

My pussy throbs until my thighs clench his other hand, teasing and so close to bringing me home.

“Shit. You know I’ve been thinking about these since the day you barged in?” he whispers gruffly.

“You did the barging, but—really?” I’m frozen. “I wasn’t even wearing anything that showed them off.”

“Wasn’t that a shame? You teased my dick to oblivion without trying, duchess. Bad.” He pinches my nipple until I gasp. “And this bathing suit.Fuck.”

“It’s more like a backup. I’ve got way better at home.”

“I want to see you in all of them. Then I want to tear them off and fuck you senseless.”

Ohhh, no.

He licks down my neck, and I shudder, rolling my hips against his cock, climbing him in the water.

I think I could come from this alone, and that’s insane.

Normally, I need some manual help on my clit.

But Kane Saint’s touch is pure sorcery of the darkest kind.

When his big hand touches the small of my back as he pushes me up and his mouth descends onto my nipple, I’m not prepared.

My bathing suit already feels so warm on my skin, but his mouth is searing.

Blindingly hot.

I’m a gasping mess, biting my lip when he pinches my other nipple. A loud moan spills into the night.

Holy hell, I’ve got to be quiet.

The munchkinsreallycan’t see us like this.

“Kane, hey?” I whisper to the night sky. “Are yousurethey won’t wake up?”

“Positive. Movie’s still going. And if they do, they’ll either head upstairs to crash or wait for me in my room. They don’t change routine much when they’re this tired.”

With his hands on my hips, he grinds me against him, turning me into his toy and I don’t even mind.

“They won’t see anything. Promise.” He kisses me softly.

“I—I hope so. That would be a disaster.”

“Enough fussing about the bad, duchess.” He flicks his tongue over my other nipple again. “What do you want? Don’t tell me you want to stop before you’ve felt me.”