body. Her touch.
Torture that turns into agony as she glides her hand down to my belt buckle and has the closure flipped open before I can breathe again.
“Kara.”
“What?” Her sough is as unsteady as mine, though infinitely sexier. “Don’t tell me you don’t need this as much as I do. I kind of know differently.”
A true statement, even without her unique window into my mind. Because as she unzips the door to my pants, she’s got more than enough evidence of my…need.
“Not arguing, beautiful. But we can’t—goddammit.”
I’m cut off by my own croak as she wraps her fingers, small but sure, around the part of me that’s nearly too big for her reach. That dilemma happens right after she mewls into my beard while pumping me several times. As I jack my head back, the earth spins beneath my skull. I’m connected to that terrestrial rhythm in ways I never thought possible, suddenly aware of its miraculous pull on the cosmos overhead and vice versa. My blood starts matching the beat, and I’m hyper-aware of that too. Of the pulse rising through me. The vibrations she’s inspiring.
Desperately, I cling to the sliver of logic still left in my brain—and use it.
“My love…”
A new sigh, longer and happier. “Yes, Maximus?”
“We—we have to remember where we are…”
“On a private beach? Under the stars and wrapped in each other? All we’re missing is the yurt. I can live with that.”
“We’re only a hundred feet from a house packed with your brother and his buddies in it.” Coincidence backs me up in the form of a song cranked louder inside Rerek’s place. The kind of sultry R&B tune filled with a hundred poetic euphemisms for exactly what I want to do with this woman. Right now.
“You mean a house packed with people who probably sprinkle dirty thoughts on their breakfast cereal every morning?”
Now I’m the one bursting with a soft laugh. “And who says I don’t?”
She must know the answer, because without wavering her gaze or slowing her strokes, she whispers the words that have me forgetting Jaden, Rerek, the party, the world. Even my stress about the rest of it—my father, her mother, and the uncertainty around the whole damn mess—disappears in the light of her sweet confession.
“I’m saying I love every part of you with every ounce of my soul, Mr. Kane—and I can’t wait any longer to show you so.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kara
Through the next sixty seconds, I learn a pair of new life lessons. First, love definitely lends a girl courage. Second, if I’m going to use that boldness to seduce the human side of this man, I’d better be ready for the glory of his other half too.
But I’m nowhere near prepared. Not for the power of the look on his face, a mix of mesmerizing awe and adoration.
Not for how he holds my face in his mighty grip, calling down the stars to collect in his unblinking gaze.
Not for how his massive body thrums against mine, his every muscle alive with unimaginable power…and his every thought filled with nothing but me.
I’m mute, motionless, and a little dazed. This has never happened to me before—and that surprise must finally show, because his tawny eyebrows suddenly draw together.
“What?” he coaxes gently, despite his growing length beneath my palm. “Hey…what is it? Do you want to wait?”
I shake my head, broken free from my paralysis. “No. It’s just—”
“What?”
I bite my lip but release it fast. “Tuning myself in to you right now…it’s intense. Like looking into a mirror of all my senses.”
The stars in his eyes gain new glows. “And you’re surprised?”
“I guess not. It’s just new.”
“And that’s strange?”
“Yeah. A little.”
“Why?”
Back to biting my lip. Then back to a smile, though this one’s not as huge. There’s no way to say this tactfully, so I let the spill happen.
“Because nothing can ever compare to you. This. Us.”
“Oh, Kara.” The glows in his gaze become a wash of warmth across his skin. Every magnificent, muscled inch of it.
Reluctantly, I let go of his cock. With a lot less hesitation, I swing up and over to straddle it instead. Though the filmy layers of my dress are still caught between our bodies, I’m completely concentrating on what we both crave right now. What we both need. Then he bucks beneath me, evoking a moan from the bottom of my throat.
“I think you’d better start getting used to it,” he husks. “Because if you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a lot of willpower when it comes