“Feel good?”
“Yes,” Lucie answered, sounding a little dazed and confused as her body fell back against his.
Once he was finished with her hair, he moved on to her body, using his fingers to learn every graceful curve, every luscious valley of her spectacular body. He took his time exploring her with his fingers, memorizing her smooth, wet skin, inch by inch.
Once he finished teasing her, he quickly washed himself, his cock hardening yet again as he stroked it while Lucie watched. By the time he was done, the water was getting cold, so he turned it off and threw open the shower curtain.
“Towels?” he asked, glancing around the enclosed space.
“In the cabinet,” Lucie replied, taking a step back from him. Her voice was husky with arousal and it only made his cock swell, painfully erect once again. He wasn’t even sure how that was possible, but Kane wasn’t going to question it.
He opened the cabinet above the toilet and grabbed two towels, tossing one onto the closed toilet seat before he turned back to her and offered his assistance. He admired the rosy pink of her skin from the hot water that had rained down on them. He inhaled the fresh scent of strawberries from her shampoo and was more than ready to lick her to see if she tasted as sweet.
Once he had her dry, he wrapped the towel around her before retrieving the other and drying himself in a rush. Kane was ready to continue making those memories he’d been deprived of the first time he had gotten his hands on her. His cock was fully engaged again and ready to go, but he fully intended to ravish her in other ways first.
Taking her hand, he pulled her out of the bathroom and back down the hall to the living room. They’d make it to her bedroom before the night was through, but for now, he wasn’t going to rush things. Her bed likely would prove to be too much of a temptation, and quite frankly, he’d fantasized a number of times about doing wicked things to her in the only other room in her apartment that he’d ever been in.
Pulling her to him when they were standing in the small space, he unhooked the tab of the towel that was holding it firmly in place over her breasts. To his surprise she didn’t try to hold on to it, rather letting it fall to the floor.
“So pretty.” Her skin was flawlessly smooth, a sexy golden brown and so soft to the touch. Using the backs of his fingers, he slid them down the long, sleek column of her neck, over her collar bone and then down her arm.
“I’ve waited so long to touch you,” he said the words out loud for the first time. For months, hell, even years, he’d thought them but never had he put a voice to them. Standing with her, Kane couldn’t control the need to tell her exactly what he was thinking, “I might not remember that night, but I’ve dreamed about it. Dreamed about touching you... Tasting you.”
Lucie had had a recurring role in his dreams over the years, sometimes they were innocent dreams, other times he’ wake up sweating from the heat that he practically could feel generating between them. Even in his dreams she sparked that flame deep down inside of him. He’d just never been able to come to terms with what he truly wanted from her. More than just sex he knew. More than even the random pleasantries they shared when he came to see his daughter.
Kane needed Lucie.
All of her.
On top of that, he needed to take her, to show her just what was brewing between them because the physical reaction that his body had to hers defied logic.
Kane eased Lucie down until she was sitting on the edge of the modest wooden coffee table that sat just slightly off center in the room. Nudging her thighs open with his legs, Kane watched, waited for her to say something. He continued to expect her to put the brakes on, and each second that passed, he wondered whether he’d have the strength to stop if she did.
Lowering himself to his knees, he watched the way her eyes widened and her breaths came faster, but not with fear. He forced her legs open wider with his shoulders, glancing down at the soft, pink folds of her pussy. She was bare, all of the curls gone, just as he had imagined, and he wouldn’t be able to get his tongue on her fast enough. Using his hands, he spread her thighs even wider, holding her open as far as he could get her, forcing her to sit up straighter, which allowed her to peer down between her legs to where he began teasing her clit with his tongue.
The taste of her, like moonlight and sunshine swirling together, exploded on his tongue as he teased the swollen little nub while he pushed one finger deep inside her warm, wet heat. It didn’t matter how many times he’d dreamt about this moment, or fantasized as he watched her move through the bar, none of those compared to this.
Listening to her sweet moans, feeling her body squeeze his finger, her hips gently rocking as she tried to push his tongue against her clit was so much better than any dream or any fantasy he’d ever had. And tonight she was all his.