“Hey Canada,” Kanen says, and sits beside me.
“To what do I owe this honor?” I ask, smiling broadly, looking up at his figure silhouetted in the sun.
“I got sorted out early,” he says. “I figured I would come and spend time with my two favorite girls.”
“Super,” I smile. I lay Imogen down on the wrap, between my knees, and Kanen puts his arm around me. I love it when he can’t resist being with us. He pulls me to him and kisses my neck, then my lips, still making me tingle like the first day he touched my hand—the hand that now features that beautiful single diamond that sparkles in the sun, polished monthly to a high shine. He grabs that hand and holds it while he kisses me hard.
“Hey, don’t turn me on too much,” I grin. “You know I can’t resist you, and Imogen is here.”
“I’m going to take good care of you tonight, once she’s asleep,” he says softly. “Very good care.”
My insides leap at the thought. The truth is, it’s been almost two years and we’re still all over each other.
“Hmm… I shouldn’t let her sleep too long now, then,” I joke and he snuggles me close.
“You might have a point there,” he says. “Hey Imogen, wake up,” he smiles. “Mommy and Daddy are going to need some personal time again tonight!” He gives me that look that makes me melt. “And maybe this afternoon,” he growls, and kisses me again.
“Kanen!” I laugh.
“Chastity,” he whispers. “My gorgeous girl.” He kisses me and suddenly looks serious. “Never leave me, okay, baby?”
“Not as long as I live,” I answer. “How could I?” And I know it’s true, because being with Kanen is the best thing that ever happened to me.
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Together. Finally. Every cell in my body is electric – electrified by Kanen and his passion. The Wrecker. I hope he doesn't wreck me. Like Lacey said, he can wreck my pussy but not my heart. Keep him away from that.
I've never been with a man like this… neither the furtive kisses in high school, or the kisses with my husband were anything compared to the way he's kissing me now, our tongues intermingling, twining together, as his hands squeeze me closer to him. He’s cupping my ass cheek, the other hand in my hair.
I can feel it. He's claiming me — he's taking me. He wants me, and I want him more than I wanted anyone in my life. His hands trace the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head. The silky fabric slides over my skin followed by his sensitive, large, callused hands. He's making me tingle all over. I squirm in his arms, barely able to control myself when his hand slips underneath the waistband of my jeans and when it makes contact with the lacy thong I wore, he moans and pulls on the thin fabric. His other hand cups my breast learning his thumb over my nipple. He’s kissing me. His lips are soft, but his kisses are strong. I'm just trying to hold tight onto him, feasting my hands on his beautiful body, that I’ve wanted to touch so many times. Every ripple of his musculature, the softness of his taut skin, the growing heat between us. It's all making me wild. And I grind up against him, seeking the pressure of his hard length against me. His hand sneaks under the lacy edges of my bra and he pushes it aside to take reveal my hard nipple and take it in his mouth. Every swipe of his tongue sends electricity down to my core, making me wetter and wetter. I wonder if he knows how ready I am for him right now. But he's taking his time. He knows he's in complete control and doesn't need to rush. He's taking every second to enjoy each thrill that he's sending through me, each jolt of electricity. My knees are getting weak to the point I can barely stand. He pushes me against the wall, and as he kisses my breasts, he begins to undo my jeans. I wiggle out of them and they fall into a puddle on the floor.
I can't take it anymore — I need to see him naked. I pull off his shirt, and he stretches his arms over his head, showing his six pack and broad shoulders. And giving me a perfect view of his tattoos. My tongue swirls over his chest, his skin hot and salty in my mouth. I start to kneel down but he pulls me up.
"No," he says. "We can do that later. I'm going to give you pleasure first." Dragging me over to the bed, he lays me down unhurriedly, and kisses down the length of my body to the edge of my song.“"little bit, kissing the skin he reveals I rounded sides. I'm almost squealing, he's got me so excited. His tongue is hot and wet soft, insistent. And when it plunges into me, it's beyond any pleasure I felt. He works his tongue over my soft folds, lapping at my clit, before picking his head up and smiling a crooked grin.
“You taste great," he says. "Amazing… And he pulls my thong down fully and opens my legs before burying his face between them. My hips are bucking wildly as he sucks expertly, and when he cocks one finger and pushes it inside me, I can feel a hot core of energy building and building until he pushes me over the edge in complete abandon. I'm screaming his name, writhing, bucking. I come again and again, but it only makes my hunger for him to enter me that much stronger. I pull his arm up finally to get his attention and he lays beside me, his hair falling in his face.
You’re so sexy," he says. “The way you smell… the way you taste.” He’s kissing my neck as he says this. I squirm closer to him and grab his ass cheek, demanding more of him. I’ve never acted this way in my life but I’ve never had anything so good.
“We're not done yet," I say.
“No we’re aren’t done yet," he agrees, grinning. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.” With these words, just words, I can feel myself getting so wet. I'm almost ready to beg him. What the fuck, I might as well.
“Take me, Kanen, please?" I say softly, pleadingly. "Don't make me wait…” And he doesn’t. He rolls on top of me with a grin. His nine inches of cock press against me, the head seeking my soft pink petals. "You sure you can take this?" He says.
"Damn right I can," I say. "And if not I’ll die trying." He laughs, puts my leg over his shoulder and in one graceful motion slides into me. It's the most exquisite feeling, his body next to mine, his cock, so huge, stroking me slowly from the inside. His eyes, dark and intense, boring into mine. Our breath heavy, trembling, in sync with each other.
He keeps his head down and kisses me. This time it's soft and gentle, or at least it starts that way. But before long, we’re devouring each other.
Excerpt from Heat
Chapter One
JANIE
I take a deep breath, and unclench my fists. Looking down at the stinging in my palm, when it opens I see the deep crescent indentations of my fingernails. Since I was a little girl, that sight was more or less the definition of home.
Inside the little brick single-level cottage, behind the yellow, ratty yard, I can already hear my stepfather screaming. I’m still on the sidewalk, so chances are everyone else within a three-house radius can hear him as well. Why he was there when my mother called me, I can’t imagine.