Chapter 23
“Are you cold?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.” It’s true. His bedroom is warm and, as messy as it is, it feels cozy and welcoming. Kane brushes his warm hands along my thigh, no doubt feeling the goosebumps.
“Then what’s this about?”
I open my mouth to tell him it’s probably the air-conditioning, but he cuts me off. “The truth, Isla.”
“It’s you. Your…touch.”
He grins, satisfied. “I’m not trying to embarrass you. I want to help you avoid it. If you’re overthinking, you’ll become too stiff and probably won’t come. And that would be a shame.”
I squirm under him. “That’s…unlikely.”
“Isla, look at me.”
I meet his blue eyes.
“You don’t have to be nervous because none of this is real.
There’s no judgement. All our cards are on the table.
We’re friends helping each other. But you need to let go of what’s up here…
” he places a finger on my temple. “And definitely what’s in here…
” His fingers trace down to my heart. “Think about what your body wants. And let yourself take it.”
Right. Lessons. That’s what this is.
“Now close your eyes and take a breath, release all this tension.”
“That’s hard,” I admit.
He tugs me closer, his voice softening. “I know, Sunshine. Humor me. If a breath doesn’t do the trick, I’ll help.”
My eyes pop open. “How?”
He chuckles. “Stop overthinking and do it.”
“Relax on command,” I grin and close my eyes. “Yes, sir.”
I hear a breath beside me and he pulls me against his hard body, his erection prodding. “Hmm…you’ll be calling me that again.”
I hold back a giggle.
“And Isla. If a man doesn’t make you come with his mouth first, he’s not worth it.”
I swallow as he slides down my body, gently placing kisses along my skin. “Why is it a thing?”
“Some do it because they love the taste, scent and just pleasuring the hell out of their woman. Some because it’s common courtesy if you want the same. And some, to get her good and wet before you drive into her with something bigger than your tongue.”
He settles between my legs, arms sliding under my thighs.
“Why do you do it?” I ask, trying not to fidget under his gaze.
His eyes raise to mine. “All of the above.”
His husky words spiral through me. Goosebumps rise again and he hasn’t even touched me yet. His hot gaze sweeps over me, and I feel heat in my core.
“You’re so beautiful. You do know that, don’t you Isla?”
I’m not sure if it’s rhetorical, so I don’t answer. Not out loud. I do know I’m beautiful. Everyone is, in their own way and I’m aware of the way I am.
But I’m not sure how he sees me. In what definition am I beautiful to him?
Wait. This isn’t real.
He’s acting and saying things any other future sex partner would probably say. Boosting my self-confidence is all this is. He wants me to feel comfortable in my own skin.
“Isla, open your eyes.”
I do and his expression is hard as he searches them. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you. And I will say this to you every day until I trust that you believe it.”
My lips curve up as I exhale. “Thank you.”
Satisfied, he leans down and presses light kisses along my inner thighs.
“God, I can’t wait to really taste you, gorgeous.”
I shiver at the endearment. How much of this is real? How much of it do I let myself believe?
Do I just let go and trust it? Or do I accept this for what it is?
My stomach sinks at the possibility that Tisch is right. Am I going to blur this line? No. This is just the ache between my legs clouding my head and heart. This is physical. In every sense of the word.
When I feel like this is going to be an endless evening of teasing and kissing outside my core, his tongue sweeps between my folds and I gasp, jerking my hips.
He grips my ass. “You’re okay,” he assures. “I’m going to do what I do best, gorgeous. Tease the fuck out of you until you’re ready.”
“Ready?” I rasp.
He flicks his gaze up. “To sit on my face.”
“What?” I’m not confused. I know exactly what he means. I just didn’t think…
“The only way you’re coming tonight is riding my face.” His breath is hot on my skin.
“Then what are you—”
“Making sure you don’t back out.”
He presses his face between my thighs, his mouth sealing over me, and I sail out of this world. My legs tremble as he finally slides his tongue over my clit before driving inside me.
I’m bracing myself on pillows, but it’s not enough, they keep sliding away. I need something harder to grip, some way to steady myself from rocking against his mouth.
Just when I need more friction, he stops. “What’s the problem?”
“Uh…you stopped.”
“You want me to keep fucking you like this? Are you ready for it?”
“Don’t I look ready?” I whimper.
He slides a finger inside me. “Sure feels like it.”
“Kane—”
“You’re holding back on me.”
“I’m ready.” I buck my hips and he plunges deeper. “Please, fuck me with your tongue.”
There’s a hooded desire in his eyes as he dips them to look at the most intimate part of my body.
His tongue dives into me again and fuck I wish the finger stayed inside me too, but it’s gone.
I whimper.
“Hmm?” he hums. “Like that baby?”
I shake my head. No. It’s not enough. I want more.
I suck in a sharp breath as he flicks my clit again with his tongue, like he knows it’s where I need him, and pulls it between his lips.
“O-ohh,” I moan, clasping a hand over my mouth.
I’m close. So close. It feels involuntary, the way my hips grind against his mouth, chasing what he’s keeping from me.
With a hiss, Kane pulls up to his knees. “You’re ready.”
“Wha—”
He drops onto the pillow beside me and pulls me over him as if I weigh nothing.
“Time to make good on your request, baby.”
My knees fall on either side of him, thighs trembling. “I can’t, I’ll suffocate you.”
“It’s the only way you’re coming tonight, now grab the headboard and give me that pussy.”
I glance to the floor, the memory of my toy between his lips enough to make me come apart.
“Look at it again and your next lesson is denial.”
I frown because that does not sound like a lesson I’d want. But stupid me won’t say no to it.
I lift my hips and settle over his mouth. He groans in pleasure, squeezing my ass and giving it a hard spank.
I yelp and fall forward, tightening my grip on the headboard.
When I’m about to lose my mind with need, his tongue plunges back into me and a long, low moan drags out of me.
He’s making a meal out of me, and God, it’s heaven. Pure ecstasy. Not the orgasm that’s building like a volcano, but him wanting to taste me more than he wants to breathe. It’s so intense. And the heated gaze he keeps shooting me is melting all my insides.
My legs start to tremble when I feel his thumbs where his mouth is, pulling me open.
“Holy shit.”
He groans beneath me, sucking faster, harder and I fly over the edge. “Oh. Oh God.” I’m a wreck of a human, pulsing with an inaudible release, coming completely undone and falling on top of him.
Kane catches my mouth and I release a low cry. It barely even registers that I’m tasting myself on his tongue. I wasn’t prepared for that. Or how sexy it is.
He smooths my hair. “That’s my girl.”
His girl. Okay. He’s going to need to stop saying things like that.
“Kane,” I whisper, still catching my breath.
“I’m here, baby.” He brings my face to his, grinning. “You feelin’ good?”
I nod lazily. “You were…kidding about the seven orgasms, right?”
That dimple deepens. “Yes and no.” He rolls me onto the bed, a soft pillow catching my head.
It occurs to me that I could both easily fall asleep right now and eat four of those tacos Grey was cooking up.
“Think there are any tacos left?”
He sits up, lowering me onto his lap. “Probably. Want me to bring it up?”
“Please.” I nod, my hand falling on his bare chest. “But first, I thought of another rule. Do you want to hear it?”
“That depends. Is it to never do that again? Because veto.”
I clear my throat and sit up. “It’s simple really. Well, simple for me, because I don’t—”
“What is it, Isla?”
“I don’t want you with anyone else,” I blurt out. “For now, I mean. While you’re…with me.”
He pushes my hair behind my shoulders. His expression even. “I’m not sleeping with anyone while we’re doing this. It’s not how I operate. It wouldn’t feel right or fair to anyone. And more importantly…if it’s not homework or hockey… it’s you, babe.”