Page 55 of Her Ruthless Protector

Kane’s free hand reached under her and gripped her ass, forcing her up to his greedy mouth. He let go of her for an instant and she let out a little sob, but then it turned to a deep-seated moan when his rough chin skimmed along her clit as he looked up at her. “You’re not getting away from me. You’re giving me everything tonight. You got that?”

He was right. She wanted this—even if it was soul-changing, she wanted it.

She gripped the back of his head.

“I got it.” Her voice was a husky whisper. “Now you get back to work.”

His chin rubbed against her as he laughed, and the pleasure-pain almost rocketed her into space. He knew it too, the bastard. She saw the dark gleam of his eyes before his mouth once again lowered.

He took her higher this time, his fingers gliding against a spot inside her that felt like magic. His tongue circling her clit. Circling. Driving her out of her damn mind.

“Kane!” One hand fisted in his hair, the other was fisted in the bedding. Her heels were digging into the delicious muscles in his back. It was too much.

Too much.

Not enough.

There.

His teeth. God no! He scraped. He bit. His fingers touched nirvana and she shot into bliss.

* * *

Kane’s fingers shook.Actually trembled as he rolled on the condom. A.J. lay out in front of him like a delicate treat. She talked all tough, but looking at her now, with her creamy white skin and that skein of gorgeous red, amber, and gold hair cascading all about her beautiful face he couldn’t help but think she was someone who needed his care and protection. She rolled her head, her expression languid, and reached out her hand.

“That was great, don’t get me wrong, but I’m ready for the main course.”

Kane threw the wrapper over his shoulder and knelt between her legs. When she tried to touch his cock, he gently shoved her hand away. “Nuh-uh, if you touch, I might not last.”

“I heard your training costs us taxpayers a lot of money—you better last, Buddy.” She attempted to touch again, so he tried a different tactic. Grabbing her wrists in one hand, he pulled them over her head. “This could work,” she whispered as she arched her breasts upwards.

Hell yeah, this could work.

Leaning over her, he sank in for a kiss, glorying in her lush response. She matched him, her heat to his yearning, her softness to his strength. They fit. She struggled, but not really, to get her hands loose—it didn’t matter, he was in charge. His hand swept down her side, tracing the ladder of her ribcage, the smooth indent of her waist to the lavish flesh of her hip. There wasn’t any part of A.J. that didn’t turn him on.

Kane pulled up her leg and turned it outwards, then he dragged his erection against the soft flesh he’d just exposed. So good. So fucking fabulous. He was going to go up in flames if he didn’t have her. But she’d been tight, his A.J., and he needed to take this slow. Kane positioned himself at her dainty opening, and before he had a chance to even move forward, A.J. thrust upward and gasped.

“Dammit, woman,” he roared. He was caught between outrage and a pleasure so intense he thought he might die.

A.J. was biting her lip.

“Honey, are you all right?”

She didn’t say anything, she just nodded.

He released her hands and cupped her face, bracing his weight on his elbows. “Talk to me.”

“I’m fine,” she soothed. She cupped his head and tried to pull him down for a kiss, but he wouldn’t budge. Kane kept searching her eyes.

“I’m only fine,” she said. Her eyes heated with temper. “And it’s your fault. Now move.”

Kane swept in for a tender kiss and started to slide deeper. She groaned into his mouth. As he pulled out, her muscles clutched at him, it felt phenomenal. He did it again and her arms tightened around his neck, her lips softened beneath his, beckoning him for a deeper kiss.

He thrust and she met him, winding her legs around his waist. Every time he would slide out, her heels hit his ass, making her demands known. Her needs met his perfectly.

Soon he felt the bite of her nails in his back and he reveled in it, he broke off the kiss so he could look into her eyes again as he felt the tell-tale tremors quake through her body.

“More,” she panted. Her eyes shot blue fire.

Damn.

He slid deeper and he felt her begin to break apart as she arched her neck and hissed a heartfelt, “Yes.”

Watching her climax was beautiful to behold, but it was too much. It was everything.

Kane felt every nerve-ending in his body somehow take root in his lower spine. A.J.’s eyes shot open.

“Come on, Kane, don’t be scared, you’ll love it,” her voice trembled as she spit out that last bit of sass.

That was it.

“You kill me,” he gasped. “You’re fucking killing me.”

For the first time ever, he knew he had a silly-assed smile on his face as he rocketed into space.