Nailed - Opal Carew Page 0,53

you thinking?” he asked.

She giggled. “To tell the truth, I was thinking that it’s a good thing you’re gay.”

He frowned. “Why? Because that makes me safe to be around?”

“No. Because you’re so attractive and I’m a married woman.” She giggled again. Oh, God, had she really said that out loud?

He tucked his finger under her chin and tipped it up, his expressive eyes heating.

“River, get this straight. I am not gay.”

Then his lips found hers and she sucked in a breath. Then leaned into the kiss.

His mouth moved gently on hers, and then his tongue slipped between her lips. Her arms glided around him without her consent and she held him close. Their mouths moved together and heat spiraled through her.

Then he ended the kiss. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Then why the hell did you?”

River’s gaze darted across the room to see Kane standing there glaring at them.

Chapter Sixteen

River’s chest constricted. “Kane…”

Will was on his feet. “Man, I’m sorry. But nothing happened.”

“It didn’t look like nothing to me. To me it looked like you were hitting on my wife.”

“Kane, you know I’d never do that.”

“I’d believe that a lot more if I hadn’t just seen you manhandling her.”

River had never seen Kane so angry. It was palpable, like an electrical field crackling around him.

“Now get the fuck out of here.”

Will frowned and sent her a glance, then strode across the room. A moment later, she heard the doors of the elevator close behind him.

She drew in a breath as the silence hung around them. Kane’s indigo eyes turned to her, and she shifted under his angry stare.

“Kane, it wasn’t Will’s fault. It just—”

“Stop,” he snapped, his eyes blazing. “And you’re right. It wasn’t his fault. You’re my wife and you have certain responsibilities. That includes not letting another man touch you.”

She watched him, forlorn, and more than a little unnerved by the anger blazing from him.

“And there’s another responsibility you have as my wife.” He unfastened his belt and pulled it from his pants. She tensed, for a split second, afraid he intended to hit her with it.

But she realized the blind fear was just a flash from her past. Kane was not her father. He was nothing like him. Kane would never hurt her like that.

He tossed the belt aside as he walked purposely toward her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Their gazes locked and the disappointment and … oh, God, the pain—deep and poignant—in his eyes, took her breath away.

He placed his hand on top of her head and pushed her down, until she was on her knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was long and flaccid.

“You know what to do.”

She wrapped her hand around it and immediately it began to stiffen.

This was so strange, kneeling in front of him, anger still emanating from him. But she knew no amount of talking would fix what had happened, and she had no idea what she would say anyway.

* * *

Kane’s eyes closed as River’s hand stroked his cock. His heart pounded as the blinding pain of Will’s betrayal—and hers—continued to pulse through him, but her fingers around his cock transformed the pain into something else. Her hand glided his length, his cock growing within her grip. Need pulsed through him. To be in her mouth.

“Suck it,” he growled.

Immediately, she took him between her lips. He almost groaned at the feel of his cockhead fully immersed in the warmth of her mouth. He just wanted to forget what he’d seen. To lose himself in these new sensations.

He coiled his hand in her hair and drew her forward, filling her. Need pulsed through him at the feel of her heat totally surrounding him.

Then he let her draw back again.

“Faster,” he commanded.

She responded by increasing the rhythm. Her hand found his balls and she stroked as her mouth took him again and again.

He was getting close. In moments, he would spew inside her.

But he didn’t want that. He tugged her head back, and pulled her to her feet.

“Strip.”

She looked at him hesitantly, but at his hard gaze, she started unbuttoning her top. It was too slow. He grabbed the sides of the shirt and ripped it open, her buttons scattering, then pushed it down her shoulders. She let it drop to the floor, then quickly unfastened her jeans and pushed them down.

“All of it,” he demanded as she stood in her purple bra and panties, gazing at him uncertainly.

She shed