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Lucie wasn’t going to last, her mind was swirling with a mixture of sensations that set her body on rapid boil. She was equally affected by the warmth of Kane’s hand on her thigh, the way his tongue rasped against her tender flesh, and the broad finger filling her. He was bombarding her with all of these exquisite touches, relentlessly teasing her until she was hovering dangerously close to the edge. She needed to come, needed to release all of the pent up sexual frustration that had been building without an appropriate release for years. Her own fingers, even her vibrator had never been quite enough. She had always been able to make herself orgasm, but never had it been the same as when she was with Kane that one time so many years ago.
He knew how to play her like a well-tuned instrument, and more than anything, Lucie wanted to savor this moment, to make it last as long as she possibly could, but her body had other ideas. She couldn’t resist him, couldn’t get enough of him. This was Kane, the man she loved without fault, needed beyond reason.
“Kane!” She was so close, yet so far away. Lucie wanted to feel the weight of his body on top of hers, the desire to be held in his arms while he lost control the same way she was going to. Just when she thought she would go off like a fireworks display, Kane stopped.
Opening her eyes, she watched as he slowly lifted his head, the heat of his mouth moving up her body, tickling her skin as he pressed damp kisses along her torso until he sucked one painfully hard nipple into his mouth, making her nearly scream from the pleasure. She needed more. So much more.
“Please.”
“Tell me, Lucie,” Kane urged as his tongue lashed at her nipple. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Don’t stop.” That’s the only thing she wanted - for him not to stop assaulting her nerve endings with torturous pleasure.
“I don’t plan to stop,” he warned, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her body closer to his. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, cupping the back of his head as she held him closer to her breast. It was so good. Painfully good.
Her body was aflame with the desires only this man could bring out in her and yet she was so close to losing it, she could feel the slight quiver in her womb as her orgasm threatened.
“Oh, God, Kane. I need more,” she whimpered, and had he been any other man, she would have been mortified. But this was Kane and even if he didn’t remember, she did. She remembered the time he had taken her so roughly, just a mere brush of his fingers had set her off. And here she was totally naked in the middle of her living room, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of her.
“Stand up.” He breathed the words against her oversensitive skin as he began pushing to his feet, her arms still wrapped around his neck. “Don’t let go of me, Lucie.”
Never. She’d never let go if she had anything to say about it. So she kept her arms around his neck and held on as he lifted her in his arms and turned.
When his mouth met hers, she tasted herself on his lips, felt the passion in the way his tongue dueled with hers. If there had been any hesitation on her part initially, it was all gone. Disappearing with the night itself; leaving her open and vulnerable to this one man.
When they reached her bedroom, Lucie expected him to put her on her feet, but instead, Kane lowered her to the bed, coming down on top of her as he did. The blessed weight of his much larger frame against hers crushed her, but it wasn’t suffocating her. No, it was the complete opposite. He was grounding her, ensuring she knew exactly where she was and what she was doing.
“Look at me, Lucie.” Kane’s raspy voice was thick with the same hunger that pulsed through her veins, and Lucie opened her eyes, struck by the deep gray of his eyes swirling with more emotion than just uncomplicated lust.
When Kane pushed himself up with one arm, Lucie watched as the impressive muscles flexed and bunched, his chest hardening even more so than before as he held himself above her.
“Touch me, Lucie,” he urged and Lucie tore her gaze from the strength she’d been admiring to look into his eyes.
What she saw there stole her breath because even though this could’ve been only sex between them, she felt as though it were something more. So much more.
Sure, they had a child together, but this wasn’t about Haley, this was about the two of them. In this moment, together, exploring one another as though this were the very first time. And for him, maybe it was the first time, but for her... No, she remembered the time before and that night paled in comparison to this. That night, although she didn’t regret one minute, hadn’t been laced with this feeling that they were meant to be together.