Worried about what I’ll do to you when I see you with my toys. He almost told her so too.
He heard her giggle right before she opened the door. Her face washed clean of tears and make-up, once she looked at him, she laughed hysterically and ducked under his arm.
“You just had to prowl.”
“You forgot to hide it,” she reminded him.
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want to hide it?” What the hell was he thinking!
He knew better than to say something to invite her pursuits. He should’ve known better anyway. “You had little business putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“You shouldn’t have left it here if you didn’t want me to find it again. I gave you fair enough warning. Since Braden gave me a key, sooner or later, I planned to find out what you kept in your bag.”
His jaw and his dick twitched. She looked at his face and then at his cock. She saw movement, no doubt. Hell, as hard as he was, she’d feel it too if she didn’t quit staring at it.
After a long silence, he responded. “Peyton, you’re right. It shouldn’t be here. I’ll go put the junk in the truck.” He stepped inside the bathroom and thanked God for locks. He leaned up against the wall and stared at the array of sexual accessories. Sweet and precious Peyton laid them all out on the vanity.
He really wanted to spank her ass for it. He studied the round beads, the vibrator, and the butt plug. Oh God, how his fingers tingled, his dick throbbed, desperately ached for him to give into temptation, grab a toy and open the door.
A light knock broke off the sudden need and the fantasy.
“Kane?”
“What now?” he groaned but he didn’t move. Instead, he looked at his love kit spread out in front of him. Damn it. Why him? Why her? Why now and why in the hell, here?
“I have to ask you something.”
“What?” he snapped.
“Why don’t you want me?”
Oh God, what a question. Lie! Lie! Lie! He wanted to avoid the truth now more than ever before. All he had to do was say something like a man would say anyway. Tell her that her age prohibited her from sexual play in his bed. Maybe tell her there was someone else. Something, anything, speak firmly and take control of the situation.
“I mean, I know Evan wants me. He’s just afraid of Braden and if I was a little bit older, I think Braden would’ve already pounded my ass and my pussy a few times, if you want to know the truth. Even when I drank too much, I saw it. You know when he had to help me shower? He looked at me like he wanted me, and he touched me like all he needed in the world was to wrap his arms around me and fuck me all night long.”
He yanked the door open and grabbed her around the waist. “Watch your mouth.”
“Why? I’m assuming you know what to do with a woman’s pussy since you own plenty of toys for one.”
“Damn it, Peyton!” He lowered his head and tugged her closer.
“Well, do you or don’t you? Maybe you’re waiting for someone to teach you how to use them?” she teased. “I can be your teacher, if you don’t know.”
“You better believe I know,” he said as he nipped on her lower lip. “And you sound like a jealous woman.” He kissed her harder then, and she kissed back with enough passion to knock him over. On second thought, she didn’t sound envious, she sounded hungry, and she kissed him like she was starved too death.
Chapter 7
“I’ve gotta ask you something, Peyton, and I can’t wait to see your little cheeks blush when I do.” He broke their kiss but his lips never left hers. He sipped and licked them, lavished her with far too much attention.
“I don’t blush,” she said before she arched her dainty neck. “I’m not easily shocked, Kane.”
He clutched the nape of her neck and looked deep into her eyes. He swiped his hot tongue over her lips again. Damn the man for kissing her long enough to make her wet, so fucking wet he might think she’d peed her pants. Sexy, she thought. Real sexy. Damn it. Why did she always have damp panties around him?
He meant to claim her. Right here, real soon, tonight. Maybe it was okay to wear dripping wet panties when a man planned to do something about it. She’d find out because she’d ask him.
His eyes turned dark, possessive with a lust she’d never known before, maybe never would again, while his voice cleared but remained raspy, carnal intentions caught in his upper lip. She understood that he wanted to whisper all sorts of dirty nothings in her ear, and she longed to hear them.
He kissed her, released her, held her away from him and looked right into her eyes.
“I want to know how you’re going to react when I show you what I can do with your sweet little pussy. Are you going to come for me? Will you scream my name? Will you cry or beg? What are you going to do when I sink my tongue so far in between your legs that you’ll never forget this night?”
Damn him for going for a shock factor. She tingled all over as he held her tight against his cock rubbing it over her lower middle half.
“Tell me, darlin’, are you ready to know what it feels like to become a woman? ‘Cause I can’t wait to know how you feel, what you say when you climax, what you scream when you feel a wave of desire crashing against your walls, forcing your self control away. I want to know…” He licked his own lips before he nibbled at hers again. “I have to know…what your pussy tastes like when you’re drenched in nothing but sweet honey and cream.”
Good Lord he might as well go down on her now and find out. Her womb clenched, her hands weaved through his hair and she moved against him, eager to feel the ridge of his cock stroke against her. He tried to kiss her then but instead she pulled away from him and she didn’t blink when she wrapped her arms around his neck. With her mouth at his ear, she purred seductively. “My pussy is going to taste like the sweetest candy you’ve ever eaten in your life.”
She squeezed the cotton candy lube she’d taken from his bag into the palm of his open hand. She had every intention of leading him to the bedroom, but they never made it that far.
His hot and spicy breath swept her off of her feet, and he kept it close to her lips. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to the futon in the middle of the open space. A kick here and a shove there and the sofa converted to a bed.
He sat her in the middle of the seedy mattress and stripped off his shirt. She took away his pleasure by stripping her own clothing off piece by piece. She tugged at the thin top and quickly yanked it over her head, before she unsnapped the clasps and freed her breasts. She tossed the material beside of her.
“Holy fucking damn. You don’t waste any time, do you?” He growled as his lips ravaged her breast, and he sucked on her nipple, pulling it firm against his lips.
“Good Lord woman, you’re more than a mouthful.” He obviously liked the fact. His teeth nipped at the side of her breast before he licked over the pointed peak and sucked her in like she might have imagined. No, she never dreamed of this. It was too good, too hot and far more than she bargained for. She needed to run and run hard, run somewhere, anywhere, just away-far away-from this, from him.
The kind of pleasure Kane delivered destroyed a woman. This was what her mother once warned her about, what girls in gym class squealed about as they recounted their days in the backseats of automobiles. Only better, hotter, and far sexier.
His cheek rubbed against her flesh, the two-day old beard roughly burned her skin. Her breath caught in her chest as he kissed in between her swollen mounds, and licked a moist and delicious path straight down her stomach. His hand covered her breast, and he began squeezing, releasing, and stroking her nipple with his thumb.
Oh no, her friends never told of such discovery. This wasn’t a teenage boy touching her, but a hard and experienced man. One who understood there were many ways to capture and tame a woman, and Kane Cartwell smiled with the knowledge.