Page 43 of The Enforcers: KANE

Right that moment, Kane felt like he’d follow her anywhere.

She sat down on the edge of the bed again, and slid one bra strap off her shoulder. “Would you take this off?” she whispered.

He knelt on the bed behind her and unhooked the scrap of fabric. He slid the straps gently off her shoulders, his fingers skimming her skin. It was like warm velvet.

He threw the bra aside and dipped his head to kiss her shoulder, moving his lips gradually up to her neck. She gave a small sexy humming sound, and he ran his fingers through her gorgeous hair, luxuriating in the silkiness of it. He swept it back and then moved it in front of the shoulder he’d just kissed, so he could get to the other one. She let her head drop back against him with a sigh.

He moved around her and pushed her gently back onto the bed. He hooked his fingers under her lacy panties. “Should I take these off now?”

She nodded, eyes on his. He could see the sultry arousal in them, and it made him want her more than he’d ever wanted anything. He loved pleasing her, he realized. Every time her body responded to his, it made his cock harder.

He kept waiting for Wolf to rise up, to try to claw his way out and hurt him, but Wolf was panting inside him. Loving this.

He slid Rachelle’s panties off and tossed them to the side. Then he started from her feet and kissed every inch of her legs, with occasional brushes of his tongue. The parts he wasn’t kissing he was stroking with his hands, losing himself in the taste, the feel, the scent of her.

He came to the scratches on her thigh, already healing. He kissed them in apology.

Then he kissed his way up her inner thighs. Her breathing grew faster, and she gave a pleading moan. So fucking hot. He let his kisses go only as far as the crease of her thighs, the top of her mound, the edges of her lips. She moaned louder, writhing beneath him, parting her legs so he could kiss her pussy.

But it was too soon. He wanted to draw this out, to pleasure her the way he’d never been able to pleasure a woman before.

He moved up next to her on the bed, cupping one sweet, heavy breast, kissing her delectable flushed lips, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Her hands were on him now, touching and stroking every part of him she could reach.

Kane felt the way Wolf felt when she petted him—cared for and appreciated.

Except he also got harder and hotter the more he felt her hands on his skin. He took one of her hands and kissed the inside of her wrist, moving up her arm and across her shoulder, taking his time with every sensitive spot.

When he finally moved his mouth to her breast, her nipples were hard before he even touched her. He took her breasts in his hands, marveling at their softness, and kissed them, taking each nipple into his mouth and slowly savoring it, running his tongue over the hard nub and feeling her reaction.

“Kane, please,” she whispered. “Make love to me. Make me come.”

“Relax,” he said. “I’ll take care of you. There’s no rush.”

It felt so fucking amazing to take his time, without the fear that Wolf would burst out. He moved his lips down her ribs, over her belly, kissed one hipbone and then the other. He ran his tongue down, down, until it dipped between her lips, brushing her clit.

Her response was immediate and instinctive, raising her hips toward him and opening her thighs further. “So beautiful,” he murmured. He kissed her clit again and again, brushing it softly with his tongue each time and feeling her shiver with wanting him.

Rachelle had her head thrown back, one hand tangled in his hair, the other clenching the bedspread.

“Kane, please…”

She was so wet, so damn hot. He wanted to plunge his cock into her soaking pussy, but he needed this first. He stroked her pussy with his tongue, lapping her in long broad strokes, plunging inside her, then lightly teasing her clit. He drew it out as long as he could, until she was panting and incoherent with need.

“You taste so good,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”

She moved against his mouth, rocking her hips, her body begging for release. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy and tongue kissed her clit, relentlessly driving her over the edge.

Feeling her whole body detonate around his hands and mouth was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He reveled in the waves of sensation, the soft aftershocks that made her tremble. He kissed and caressed her until they were all over, and she relaxed against him.

He moved up next to her and fitted his body to hers, pulling her against him. He buried his face in the space between her neck and shoulder, still stroking her skin, her hair.

Her breathing slowed, and she made a sexy, languorous sound in her throat. “Wow,” she murmured.

He raised his head and looked at her. “Yeah?” he asked. That was a response he’d never gotten from a woman.

“Hell, yeah,” she said.

He couldn’t help but smile. Wowing her felt amazing. He didn’t even care that his cock was still standing up, still wanting attention. Wolf was happy, and there was time.