He restrained her again, pushing her against the stone wall as he loomed over her. “I gave you a direct
order, Sherra. Clear the f**k out.”
She looked up at him slowly. “You must have me confused with someone who actually cares if they follow your orders, Kane,” she said softly. “I don’t.”
“Don’t care? Hell, I already know you don’t follow my damned orders.” He was literally baring his teeth now as he moved faster than she could defend against, shackling her hands to the wall as the flashlight fell to the floor, its dim glow enough to see the lust and fury raging in his gaze.
“Don’t push me, Kane.” She stared back at him relentlessly. “I won’t be intimidated by you. Not now, not ever. I’m not some helpless little normal woman to bow and scrape at your feet for whatever order you would give.”
“Who is head of security here, sweet thing?” He gave her a tight, hard grin. “Last I heard it wasn’t you.”
She sniffed at that. “Only because you have balls and I don’t,” she growled. “For some reason, Callan must think the size of your dick indicates your brain capacity. Perhaps I should warn him otherwise.”
The truth was, Kane was better at the job and she knew it. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have her own strengths. Strengths she wouldn’t allow him to take from her. She stared back at him mutinously, daring him to go any further in his male superior demands.
“Perhaps you should,” he drawled. “But let’s first see if the size of my dick can pound any sense into your stubborn ass first.”
She had time to open her mouth with every intention of blasting him to hell and back with any and every insult she could pull out of her overheated brain, when his lips covered hers. There was a second of stunned surprise, that moment when she wondered why the hell she fought him, because the feel of his lips on hers was paradise.
This was the answer to every aching, hungry cell in her body. Her arms crossed over his shoulders, her fingers digging into the smooth muscle beneath his shirt as she slipped her tongue over his, following it as it retreated back into his mouth until his lips could close on her, suckling her tongue, drawing the sweet essence of the arousing hormone from the glands there and consuming it himself. They both moaned, the sound trapped by the other’s mouth as they ate at each other, lips and tongues meshed, pressing together as the carnality of the act became overwhelming. Sherra could feel her pu**y weeping, dampening her panties, making her move against the hard thigh that had slipped between hers, pressing against her cunt and setting it on fire.
“Dessert first,” Kane growled as he tore his lips from hers, his hands moving to his jeans, releasing the material quickly. “Get out of those pants, Sherra, I can’t wait much longer.”
Feverish, enflamed, the sexuality spiraling between them was too hot, too intense to deny now. Her hands moved to the clasp of her own pants when she saw his c**k revealed. His hand gripped it, fingers moving over it as he watched her from narrowed eyes.
Her fingers were trembling, her breath rasping in her throat as she pushed the waistband over her hips, the curve of her rear.
“I can’t wait, Sherra,” he whispered brokenly as he turned her. “Bend over. Put your hands against the wall.”
He positioned her as he wanted her, bent, braced against the stone, as he spread her thighs as far as her pants allowed.
“Kane,” she whimpered hungrily as she felt him bend, the blunt head of his erection sliding against the slick flesh of her over-sensitized pu**y.
“Damn, baby, you’re so hot,” he whispered, one hand gripping her hip as he pulled at her, forcing her to rise to her tiptoes, to create the height needed to lodge the flared head at the entrance to her vagina.
“There, Sherra,” he groaned. “Hell yes, baby. Just like this.”
She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as he began to bore inside her. Slow rotations of his h*ps worked the hard flesh inside the gripping tissue of her pu**y as she fought to breathe through the pleasure streaking through her.
“Trying not to scream, baby?” he asked her tightly, both hands at her h*ps now as he screwed inside her. Sherra couldn’t believe the eroticism of the act. Bent over, her pants at her ankles as Kane f**ked her from behind, his c**k worked inside her with rhythmic, powerful strokes that had her praying she wouldn’t scream from need of him.
“You’re cruel,” she groaned, resting her head on her arm as she thrust her pu**y on the smooth impalement. “Don’t tease me like this, Kane.”
“Oh, baby, that’s not teasing,” he assured her gently. “Now this, darlin’, this is teasing.”
She moaned helplessly as the strokes slowed but were no less devastating. Sweat began to dampen her body as electricity sizzled along her nerve endings. She panted, whimpered pleadingly, all in vain as Kane whispered his joy of her. How hot. How sweet. How tight…
She tasted blood as she bit her lip, fighting against his hold as she began to crave the deep, driving thrusts she knew he could give her. She wanted him slamming inside her, throwing her into the near violent orgasms that overtook her when he did so.
Instead, it was slow, measured thrusts. Deep, gentle penetrations that stretched the snug muscles and had her gripping him with a cry of longing, pulsing around his c**k as he came over her, his lips settling on her neck.
“Kane, I can’t stand it,” she groaned as he retreated, returned, paused and retreated again only to renew the cycle.
“You have to stand it,” he panted. “It’s killing me, Sherra. You’re killing me with pleasure and I can’t stand the thought of letting you go.”
He was pumping inside her, smooth, strong thrusts that were too slow, too damned teasing and only built her need higher. She was gasping for breath, her h*ps writhing as he restrained her, her pu**y clenching convulsively around the steel-hard shaft driving her insane.
“If you don’t f**k me, I swear I’ll castrate you later,” she groaned as his h*ps twisted, his hand lifting her