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“Dinner was amazing,” Kane announced as he wiped his face with a napkin. “Whoever gave you cooking lessons deserves some kind of medal.”
She balled up her own napkin and tossed it at his head. It flew past his ear as he evaded the projectile. “I like cooking. The class was originally only something to pass the time, but it ended up being more than just another distraction. I needed a lot of those at first.”
“I get it.” He tried the wine and wrinkled his nose before returning his glass to the table. “My distractions were a little less…constructive…but I did the same thing.”
“You know what I miss?”
“The amazing sex?”
She searched for another napkin to throw but came up empty. “Dancing with you.” One of her favorite memories was Charlie’s Fourth of July party, where they ended the night dancing under the stars to an old Journey song.
“A problem we can easily fix.” He got up and bowed slightly. “May I have this dance?”
Amanda bit her lip. She had the entire album on her phone. With a few swipes of her finger, the opening strains of “Lights” drifted from her small, mounted speakers.
His eyes closed briefly as he took in the music. “You remembered.”
She took his hand. “I’ll never forget.”
Stepping into his arms felt like going back in time. She was reliving one of her best memories, but now it was even better. It meant more because this time she knew to savor it. Even if they only had this night, she would treasure every second. Resting her head on his chest, she breathed in his familiar scent. She reveled in the feel of his strong arms around her.
They didn’t do much more than sway; they never had, but it was a thousand times more satisfying than the perfect waltz her father’s connections loved to show off at their fancy Christmas parties. When he started singing into her hair, she wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor.
As the song ended and another ballad began, she lifted her head.
His eyes were fathomless. “I want to dance with you for the rest of my life.”
When he leaned down to capture her lips, it was so much more than a mere kiss. It was a reassurance, a promise, a claiming.
What started as a gentle brush of his mouth intensified in seconds. His tongue slid in her mouth, and she answered with all the longing and passion she’d suppressed for years. It was perfect, yet she was greedy for more. Nothing would be enough. Forever with this man would not be enough.
She broke the kiss only long enough to lead him to her bedroom. Immediately, she went to work on his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head. This time, she allowed herself the luxury of touching his beautiful skin. Her fingertips ran up his arms, over his wide shoulders, and down over his chest to his puckering nipples.
He held himself still while she explored him, his body pulled taut as a bowstring.
She could see in his face, the exact moment he let himself go, his gaze reflecting hunger and heat.
He had her shirt off in seconds as she worked her pajama pants to the floor. In two strides, he backed her up to her bed and climbed on top of her, blanketing her body with his.
The weight of him felt different, heavier, but she would have known the feel of him anywhere. The way he kissed her neck, the way he worshipped her collarbone as he worked his way down to her breast. He’d refined his technique a little, but it was still classic Kane.
Her hands moved over him with urgent desperation. She needed his pants off, his thick cock driving into her body. The foreplay was sweet torture.
Lifting his hips, he gave her access to the button of his jeans, and once his fly was open, he tugged them down and kicked them off before returning to his ministrations.
He licked and sucked at one nipple while rolling and twisting the other between his fingers. His dick pushed insistently against the thin barrier of her panties.
She groaned and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. The pressure and the friction only drove her need higher. “Kane, please.”
His head dipped lower, giving her a clear picture where he was going.Yes.Finally, she would feel him where her need pulsed so desperately. But when his face was just inches from her panties, he didn’t take them off as she’d hoped.
Instead, she felt his hot breath over the silky, damp material. Her body quaked as he slid his finger around the elastic, directly inside her. Her muscles clenched around him, grateful for the invasion, but still needy for more.
That’s when he fastened his mouth over her clit. He sucked at her straight through her panties, and her body almost came off the bed. It was amazing; it was masterful; it was pure fucking torture. “Stop teasing me,” she cried.
He looked up, his dark eyes hooded. “You always liked my mouth on you before.”
“Later,” she pleaded, reaching blindly for her nightstand. When her hand found the foil packet she was looking for, she held it out to him. “I want all of you. Don’t make us wait any more.”
