“Turn on the water, Lucie,” he instructed her as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Watching the emotions play across her face was like watching a deer caught in the headlights of a vehicle moving at a high rate of speed. She wasn’t sure what was coming at her, but she knew something was coming, something she couldn’t control.
“Kane,” she whispered his name, barely audible even in the small area.
“We can’t run from this,” he told her, reaching behind her to turn the shower on because it was obvious she wasn’t able to do it based on the way her hands were visibly shaking. “Do you want to run from me, Lucie?”
He wanted to know the answer, but more importantly, he wanted to know the truth. She could deny him all she wanted, but he saw the desire in her penetrating gaze. He’d felt her passion in their kiss, knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“Answer me,” Kane ordered, taking a step closer and reaching for the buttons on her shirt. He eased one small disc from its mooring as he kept his eyes locked with hers. The rich chocolate brown swirled, darkening as he continued to undress her one tiny button at a time.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Of me?” he asked, suddenly worried about what exactly had happened between them all those years ago. Kane could be rough on his lovers, he knew that. And considering the compelling hunger he harbored for Lucie consumed him, overpowered his senses, he wasn’t quite sure what he was capable of. Especially at that moment in time.
“No,” she assured him with what sounded like conviction in her tone.
“Then what are you scared of?” Slipping her shirt off of her shoulders, Kane allowed the cotton to glide down her arms, falling to the floor at her feet as he trailed his fingertips down the inside curve of each arm, then back up until he reached the underside of her breasts.
Glancing down, he watched as her chest expanded with every choppy breath she inhaled, imagining what it would feel like to bite the pebbled tips of her nipples. He didn’t give in to the craving yet though. Instead, Kane let the backs of his fingers graze over her white lace bra, before tracing his fingers over her collarbone and then slowly back down. Slipping one finger between her soft skin and her no nonsense bra, Kane scraped his fingertip over her nipple, moving his eyes up to meet hers.
“What are you scared of?” he repeated, insisting that she answer.
“This,” Lucie said the word, and then released his gaze before turning her attention to where his hand lingered on her breast.
Kane pulled her bra down forcefully, releasing one plump, beautiful globe from the silky confines before he tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. When Lucie would’ve thrown her head back, he put his other hand on the back of her head, holding her so she was forced to watch.
“Don’t look away,” he demanded. “Never look away.” The steam from the shower was filling the room, coating her body in a fine sheen of moisture, which only increased his urge to lick her.
Everywhere.
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Oh, God! Lucie wasn’t sure she would survive the onslaught of sensation that Kane’s brief touched ignited. She was aching for his touch, his kiss, and anything else he could give her.
From the instant he had pressed his lips to hers, her body had caught fire, every nerve ending tingled, begging for the man to do to her what he had done to her so many years ago. She couldn’t find her voice, or she would have been begging him, pleading for him to ease the pain that came from wanting him.
When he forced her bra down, Lucie gasped. And when he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into the white hot depths of his mouth, she cried out, pulling his head closer to her breast as he suckled desperately before easing off and using his tongue to bathe her with his tongue. As she held him to her, she watched, captivated by the sight of his mouth on her skin, the feel of his tongue as it rasped over her hypersensitive nipple.
“Fucking hell,” Kane growled the words, the echo heard through the room and deep in her core where her womb spasmed with need. “You taste so fucking good.”
He pulled the other cup of her bra down just as aggressively as the first, releasing her other breast while he pinched her nipple, sending fiery shards of pain ricocheting from her nipple to her clit.
She remembered this about him, remembered how he took what he wanted, making sure to pleasure her along the way, but he never disguised the hunger, the need, and he wasn’t gentle. But Lucie didn’t want gentle. She wanted Kane – the dominating, controlling man who made her body burn and her senses reel with the ferocity that spiraled through her just from his touch.