Chapter Three #3
The sight of him between my thighs nearly finished me by itself.
“Don’t stop.”
His tongue worked my clit while one finger slid inside me.
I cried out.
He added another.
The stretch, his mouth, and the steady pressure pushed me over before I could prepare for it.
My orgasm hit hard, and my knees weakened.
Dane held me through it, keeping me steady until the shaking eased.
I dragged in a breath. “You know that was good.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh and stood.
I reached for his jeans.
“My turn.”
His cock was so hard it strained against his underwear when I opened his jeans. I pushed his jeans and underwear down until I freed him and wrapped my hand around the thick length.
Dane’s eyes closed for a second.
I stroked him once.
Then again.
“You need to slow down.”
There was warning in his voice now, but not because he wanted me to stop.
I smiled.
“Is there a problem?”
He opened his eyes.
“If you keep doing that, this is going to get much shorter than either of us wants.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
He caught my waist and lifted me onto the edge of the island before I could take it any further.
The movement startled a laugh out of me.
“You’re bossy.”
“You like it.”
I did.
That was inconveniently obvious.
Dane stepped between my knees and kissed me until I forgot I’d planned to argue.
His cock pressed against my leg, hot and heavy.
I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around him again.
“I want you now.”
Dane held still. “Tell me if you need anything different.”
“I’ll tell you.”
I guided him to me.
The first push stretched me wide, and my breath left in a rush.
Dane stopped.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Keep going.”
He eased deeper.
He was big, and I felt every inch, but the slow entry gave my body time to adjust. I held his shoulders and watched his face as he sank fully inside me.
“Fuck.”
The word escaped before I could turn it into anything more articulate.
Dane’s mouth curved.
“That’s about where I am too.”
I kissed him before he could get smug.
Then he started moving.
Slowly at first, giving me long strokes that made me feel the drag of him from entrance to deepest point. My pussy was still sensitive from the first orgasm, and every thrust sharpened the ache building again.
I pulled him closer.
“I want it harder.”
His expression changed, and he gripped my hips, driving into me harder exactly the way I’d asked.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust instead of letting him do all the work.
His praise came rough against my ear.
“That’s it. Fuck, you feel incredible.”
I kissed his jaw.
“Then keep going.”
He did.
The second orgasm was taking longer to build, but it felt deeper this time. Heat spread through my belly and thighs, gathering with every stroke.
I slipped one hand between us.
“Let me,” Dane said.
I moved my hand aside, and his thumb found my clit.
The combination nearly made me lose my grip on him.
“Oh, God.”
“Look at me.”
I did.
His blue eyes held mine while he fucked me, and there was nothing casual in the intensity of his attention.
I tightened around him.
Dane groaned.
“Do that again.”
I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried.
My second orgasm tore through me, stronger than the first. I cried out and clung to him while my body pulsed around his cock.
He kept moving through it, then buried himself deep with a rough sound as he came.
For several seconds neither of us spoke.
Dane rested his forehead against mine.
My legs were still around him, his arms were still holding me, and I had absolutely no interest in changing either fact yet.
Eventually I smiled.
“This kitchen continues to exceed expectations.”
Dane laughed, the sound warm against my cheek.
“I’m glad you approve of the design.”
“That wasn’t the part I was complimenting.”
“I know what you meant.”
He kissed me once, softer this time.
Dane brought me water while I dressed. I handed him his shirt when he found it draped over the chair. He gave me a clean towel and disappeared long enough to pull himself together before coming back to lean against the island beside me.
I finished half the water before checking the time.
The evening outside the windows had gone blue-gray, with the trees already darkening beneath the last light.
“I should go back for a little while.”
Dane looked at me but didn’t immediately answer.
“I need a shower,” I added. “And different clothes.”
“Okay.”
I set the glass down.
Then I stepped closer and kissed him.
“I’m coming back.”
His hand settled lightly at my waist.
“You are?”
“Yes.”
Dane’s smile told me he understood.
“I’ll be here.”
I picked up my apron and headed for the door.
For almost two weeks, I’d been hiding in Redmont because being alone was easier than admitting my life had changed. Now I was walking home for the sole purpose of showering and changing.
There was no dinner left to cook and no bargain left to settle. I was going back because I wanted him, and after what had just happened on his kitchen island, once was nowhere near enough.
Dane O’Shea was waiting next door.
This time, I wasn’t bringing my apron.