“I think I’m tapped out,” I said. “This was delicious, thank you.”
“You are very welcome,” he said, a devious grin spreading across his face. I could anticipate the next words coming out of his mouth and was dying to hear them. I already knew my answer.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Not quite eleven,” he said. “Still early enough. Would you like to come over to my place and have a nightcap?”
I smiled and cocked one eyebrow.
“One more glass couldn’t hurt.”
We decided to walk over, and I had thrown my backup mud boots on to get there. He had laughed and said he found them oddly sexy, which led to a game where he chased me through the vines in his sneakers. My heavy boots slowed me down, and as we got halfway through the vines, he caught me, pulling me into him, and our lips crushed into one another as if drawn by magnetic force.
When our lips parted, he took my hand, and we ran, hopping and skipping through the vineyard until we reached his door. As soon as it was closed behind us, we were in each other’s arms. Our tongues searched each other, tasting the wine still on our lips and hungrily searching for more.
Kane picked me up, and my boots slid off my feet as he carried me backward to his bedroom. I giggled as he opened the door and laid me across his giant bed. I sat up quickly, not wanting to miss the show of his hands undoing his shirt. One by one the buttons opened, and I felt the heat between my thighs grow hotter and more unbearable. I yanked at my own shirt and pulled it over my head, and when his shirt fell to the floor, he stepped close to kiss my neck and work his way down to my breasts.
I ran my fingers over his back as he reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting my heavy breasts spill out into his waiting hands. I gasped as his tongue licked at my nipple, and I reached down to unbutton his jeans. I could just make out the outline of his cock through the denim, and when the pants fell to the floor, my jaw dropped at the size of his manhood, bulging in his boxer briefs.
Kane stood and I marveled at the hardened, muscular body before me. The tattoo reached all the way up his shoulder and across his back, and I ran my fingers across it as I knelt on the bed. He hooked his boxers with his thumbs and shoved them down, and I giggled and lay back again. I helped him wiggle my pants off, and my panties came with them. I didn’t mind the lack of foreplay. I was so wet, it didn’t matter.
Kane settled between my thighs, and the head of his massive staff brushed through my folds. Suddenly, he was inside me, filling me and stretching me. I cried out in pleasure, and he folded me up, slamming himself deep in my pussy.
Time seemed to slip away as he brought my body to ecstasy over and over again, and finally he pulled me on top of him as he sat with his back against the headboard. One arm wrapped around my waist, and the other clenched my breast as I rode him until I felt him roar beneath me and he came, hard. I shuddered as I came with him, and our lips crushed together once more.
When our bodies were finally calm again, I reached for my clothes, intending to get out and get dressed so I could go back, but his hand clasped around my wrist.
“Come on,” he said. “Stay with me. It’ll be faster for you to come to the office tomorrow if you’re already here.”
I couldn’t argue with that logic. Or that body. Or that face.
I climbed back into bed, wrapping myself around him for another round before we passed out, curled into each other and falling deeply into sleep.
11
Kane
The sunshine coming through my window woke me up instead of my regular alarm, which I had snoozed at least twice. I opened my eyes away from the brightness so I didn’t blind myself first thing, and what I saw was brought a smile to my lips. Danica was curled up beside me, mostly on her side, her mouth slightly ajar as she slept peacefully, and her hair draped over her naked shoulder like a Renaissance painting. As she breathed, her hip rose and fell ever so slightly, much to the chagrin of Simon, who was perched there, looking down at me with a mixture of disdain and annoyance.
He was clearly unimpressed.
I repressed a laugh and slid out of the bed, searching for and finding the slippers that I usually kept there so I didn’t walk around on the cold hardwood floor in the mornings. Once I was out of the bed, I reached back to pet Simon and headed into the kitchen. My morning routine was to get coffee brewing first, feed the demon cat second, and then take a shower if I didn’t get one the night before. While I certainly hadn’t gotten under the water last night, I was also looking at running a little later than I intended.