Chapter Fifteen #3
It’s not a rush, not like it usually is. I kiss him slowly, needing him to understand that I want this. And I will wait as long as I have to.
I just hope I don’t have to wait long, but if that is what it takes…
I grab his hips and pull him closer and he grabs my neck. He groans into my mouth and his entire body loosens beneath me.
When I find his tongue with mine, I stroke it slowly. I let myself taste him; the remnants of sundried tomato evident still, a lingering sweetness that has nothing to do with food or sugar, and everything to do with this fire between us.
I carefully pull away, a string of saliva linking us together, as my eyes find his, and I realize I am looking down at him, because he’s shrunken, too.
“I’d love it if you stayed.”
Kane lets out a long breath, and when he answers me, it’s not shaky or nervous or apathetic.
It’s solid, unwavering. Clear as a bell.
“Then I will stay.”
My heart swells as I grin, nodding with excitement and joy.
I open the door, motioning for him to head in first. He stares at the open door, the setting sun painting the room in shades of ochre and orange.
He stares at the threshold like Indiana Jones stares at a pit full of snakes. Like something’s about to bite him.
I take two steps closer, my voice low and firm because I think I know exactly what he’s thinking, and I need him to understand this… isn’t about that.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know,” I say softly. Kane glances at me, his eyes sparkling from the light. They shine with a green glimmer, like emeralds in the dark.
Kane’s eyebrows furrow like he’s worried. Panicking maybe. I grab his hand. Squeeze it.
That seems to pull him out of his head and he squeezes back.
I pull him in through the door, and he follows without question. His palm is warm, slightly clammy. But he holds onto me tight, almost like he’s afraid if he lets go, I’ll float up to the sky.
He lets go and I lock the door, then offer to take his coat. He hands it to me, his gaze never leaving mine. I hang it up and then take mine off, while he removes his boots and I do the same.
When I look up, opening my mouth to speak, Kane grabs me and kisses me.
Hard.
It’s not soft or sweet; nor is it nervous and unsure.
It’s a statement, a fact.
Like he owns my mouth, and I shouldn’t forget it.
Not that I could.
I kiss him back with equal ferocity, meeting his tongue with mine before he breaks away and says, “Thank you.”
My heart skips a beat as heat floods my cheeks. There we stand in my doorway, in our socks, amidst the fresh puddles of melted snow and rain.
“For what?” I ask, breathlessly.
Kane kisses me once more, this time softer, but there’s a hunger that can’t be ignored. I kiss him back and then he does something I don’t expect. He grabs me by my thighs and picks me up like a fucking sack of potatoes, and I yelp in surprise.
But my legs wrap around him without question, like they were made to be there.
“You know what a safeword is?” he mutters, his eyes dark and glassy, and I know it’s not from the wine we drank at dinner because we barely had two glasses.
I nod. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
He lets out a grunt, one hand rubbing along my thigh, underneath my ass.
My cock hardens instantly and I don’t fight the moan.
“Good,” he says darkly.
“Peanut butter,” I mutter, like it’s the sexiest thing in the world and not the most distinguishing thing ever created. “My safe word is peanut butter.”
Kane laughs, and the motion pulls his lips up, exposing his perfect teeth.
“Of course it is,” he says as he kisses me and slams me against the back of the door. My cock twitches with need as I groan into his mouth, forcing my tongue into his.
My hands reach for his hair, needing to feel the silky locks in my fist.
It takes all of my concentration to stop, to pull away and look in his eyes because I know I can’t go any further until he tells me his. I could, of course, but I won’t.
Because as badly as I want Kane right now, I want to do this right. If he knows what a safeword is, chances are he might have some kinks, himself, which makes me happier than it should.
How did I get this lucky?
“What’s yours?” I ask, my voice thick with lust.
“Huh?”
“Your safeword, Kane,” I breathe. “What is it?”
His eyes search mine, and I think for a moment he’s going to pull away. Change his mind. Tell me to wait.
It’d be okay if he did, but… I hope he doesn’t.
I hope he knows he can trust me.
“Rose,” he whispers, his eyes glittering with what I swear look like tears.
“Thank you,” I say as I kiss him, and when he kisses me back, it’s with a dominant possessiveness that makes my entire body go limp.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” he says.
I smile from ear to ear.
“And I told you, good boys get rewards.” His voice evens out, going back to the firm, stern one I know well. The one I love.
“Uh-huh,” I breathe, my dick straining against my pants in this position.
“So tell me, Ryder, what is it that you want?” he whispers. “What can I give you?
I don’t have to think about my answer, though it shouldn’t come as easily as it does.
“You,” I say. “Kane, I want you.”