Kane turned to her, and before she could say anything his hand cupped the back of her head and his mouth was on hers. A large strong hand settled on the small of her back and pulled her body flush against his as his tongue parted her lips and her surroundings disappeared.
He tasted like butterscotch. Smooth and sweet and tempting. Hard muscles flexed under her hands and she pressed against the hot body in front of her. Their tongues rubbed against each other, performing an ancient dance that her body ached to follow, and a small moan rose in her throat.
He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against hers. She was pleased to see that his eyes were bright with passion and his breathing was just as rough as hers.
“I had to do that before we got interrupted again,” he said softly, then pressed his lips to hers again.
When he pulled back again, she nodded and nibbled at her bottom lip, savoring the flavor he left behind.
He tasted like more.
Kane sat on a bar stool and watched as Vanessa said good night to the last of the club’s patrons. It had been an interesting night, to say the least. He’d seen some things he never thought he’d see, and learned more than he ever really wanted to know about one of the city’s top businessmen. He also really hadn’t needed to know that one of his favorite hockey players liked to be led around on a leash and made to kneel so that his mistress could sit on him like a chair all night.
He shook his head and picked at the label on his beer bottle. He just didn’t get where the pleasure came from with that, but to each his own.
“C’mon, boy. Spin that bottle, and don’t spill!”
Kane glanced down the bar at Rose, one of the waitresses, as she taunted Rob. At least through the night he’d gotten to know the staff a bit better. He watched as the shirtless bartender flipped a bottle in the air, only to catch it upside down over the ice-filled glass on the bar.
JJ, the only other waitress still left there, hopped up on a barstool directly in front of Rob and joined in the jeering. “The only way I want you getting me wet is with your tongue, baby. Don’t waste the alcohol!”
Laughter erupted inside him and Kane swallowed quickly so he didn’t spit out his drink.
With a grand gesture Rob spun the bottle over his wrist, set it on the counter, and pushed two full glasses forward for the girls. Amid the waitresses’ clapping and whistling, he removed his straw cowboy hat, revealing thick, wavy light brown hair that just brushed his shirt collar, and gave a deep bow. “Ladies. It was my pleasure to serve you.”
“You want to serve me, baby, get on your knees.”
“Enough, JJ.” From beside him Vanessa’s voice held laughter, but there was a clear warning there too. “Finish up your staff drinks and head home, guys. We can stock up before we open tomorrow.”
Kane felt the touch of her hand on his shoulder and met her laughing gaze.
“Give me fifteen minutes to finish locking up and I’m yours.”
7
Jesus. Did she deliberately say things like that to keep him hard? He knew she meant “all his” to answer questions. Didn’t she?
Kane watched her walk through the swinging doors and into the back of the club with gritted teeth. She’d been teasing and taunting him all night. The overt sexuality and blatant comeons from the over the top crowd in the bar hadn’t tempted him at all. But every time his hard-on disappeared, she’d show up at his side again. She’d rub against him, or whisper something naughty in his ear, and his dick would salute her.
He felt the staff’s eyes on him but he didn’t look up. The urge to question them about their clientele was strong. Hell, he wanted to question JJ just to see how she reacted. With her sass and slight bitterness toward men, she was a good candidate for RR, but he had agreed to hold all his questions for Vanessa.
“So, who are you? Exactly.” A cold beer appeared in front of Kane and he looked up to see all three staff members scrutinizing him.
“Thanks,” he reached for the fresh beer and took a long pull from the bottle before answering them. “Just a friend of Vanessa’s.”
“Nessa doesn’t have friends,” JJ said.
Interesting.
“She does now,” was his reply.
“Jane said you’re a cop.”
He nodded at Rose. Jane must be the blond doorlady. “I am.”
“So what do you want with Nessa?”
He gave JJ a droll look and she smirked. “Oh, well, if you hurt her, cop or not, I’ll hurt you.”
Kane normally didn’t take well to being threatened, and the look in JJ’s eyes was a threat, but in this place, and this circumstance, he let it go. He was even strangely pleased to see that Vanessa did have friends, no matter what they said.
They went back to doing their cash-outs, and he sat silently, waiting for Vanessa to finish her paperwork. After about ten minutes, Rose gathered the cash from the other two and disappeared behind the swinging door. To the office he supposed.
She came back out, they all put their jackets on and said a casual goodnight as they walked out the door. Kane walked around the bar, checked to make sure the doors were secure, and still, Vanessa didn’t emerge from her office.
So he went looking.
He pushed through the swinging doors and entered a short hallway. There was an open door near the end so he strolled down it, and perched his shoulder against the door jam of Vanessa’s office.
Her head was bent over some papers on her desk, and, although she didn’t look up, he knew she felt him there. The awareness that arched between them was too strong.
He should leave and save his questions for the next day, after he’s had time to process what he’d seen, and his own impressions of the people he’d met.
Yet none of it mattered right then because all he wanted to do was touch her.
Without waiting for an invitation, he stepped into her office and closed the door behind him. Vanessa lifted her head and glanced at him but kept working, silent.
He shifted behind her at the desk and placed his hands on her shoulders. They were delicate in his hands, but tight. Adding a bit of pressure, he dug his thumbs into her back. The soft groan she released went straight to his groin and his dick stiffened, again.
Her shoulders loosened up, and he let his hands wander. The thin silk of her shirt only enhanced the softness of her curves as he cupped her shoulders and trailed his hands down her arms to press her hands into the desk and nuzzle her hair aside with his chin.
“You smell so good. Feel so soft and smooth under my hands, too.” He pressed his lips to the soft shell of her ear.
“You’re just horny after having half-naked women propositioning you all night.”
Kane was glad to hear the hint of laughter in her voice. It was obvious this woman enjoyed teasing. “Ahh, but the woman I wanted to proposition me didn’t.”
She still didn’t look at him, so he lifted a hand and pressed two fingers under her chin, leading her to look into his eyes. “That would be you I’m talking about,” he whispered before kissing her.
He nipped and licked at her full lips until they parted and gave him entrance. She leaned back in her chair, her head cradled in his palms as he loved her mouth. His tongue darted in and out, dancing sensually against hers. Tasting her, teasing her the way she’d been teasing him all night.
His heartbeat picked up and his fingers sank into the thick waves of her hair. The air was warm and the yearning for slow sultry loving was strong. After watching so many people be so blatant and crass, all he wanted was to feel the soft skin and warm comfort of a true woman who desired him. And there was no doubt in his mind that Vanessa desired him.
With one sure movement he pulled her out of her chair and into his arms.
8
He leaned back against the desk, cradling her against him. They fit perfectly. Chest to chest, groin to groin and thigh to thigh. Her softness giving way to his hardness.
Arousal curled low in Vanessa’s belly and st
arted to spread outward. It felt so good to be held, to be kissed and cuddled, and to know that this man wanted her.
Yeah…he wanted her in more ways than even he knew.
Vanessa tore her mouth away from his. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back she reminded herself how she met him. Who he was, and what she was.
Kane wanted her all right. He also wanted to arrest her.
She couldn’t let herself forget that. And she couldn’t let herself forget that this man already had a good idea what she wanted. But at that moment, she wasn’t too sure she cared about any of that shit.
She just wanted him, and the promise of the hard cock pressing against her.
His hardness was everywhere. His arms around her, his hands in her hair, his lips on her neck. It was all making it very difficult to think.
Who needs to think, when you can take control?
Vanessa reached up and ran her fingers through the short pelt that covered his head. She gripped his head and pulled him back, so she could nuzzle her head under his chin. She licked up the side of his neck, felt the rasp of stubble against her tongue, and tasted the slightly salty flavor of man.
When his rumbling groan echoed through the quiet, it hit her right between the thighs. She rubbed against him, feeling the rigid length of his cock burn into her belly through their clothes.
Kane’s hand ran down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her even tighter against him as their lips met again in an open-mouthed, hungry kiss.
Vanessa struggled to breathe, to think. Her breasts ached, bolts of pleasure zinging through her every time she rubbed against his chest. But it wasn’t enough. The feel of him, the taste of him, that taste of more.
She reached up and tugged at his shirt buttons. Thank God he hadn’t worn a tie. She pulled the shirt open, yanking it from the waistband of his trousers, and started nibbling her way over his almost hairless chest.
“Nessa,” he groaned, his hands pulling her own shirt out of her skirt. “You’re driving me nuts here.”
“Good,” she said, lowering herself to her knees. She undid his belt buckle and ignored his mumbled protests, ignored the hands that tried to get her back on her feet.
She needed to keep control of this. She needed to show him that he didn’t see her as clearly as he’d thought. That she wasn’t looking for some romantic, soft, sensual loving.
She focused on the fire running through her veins and the driving hunger for the taste of Kane. Leaning forward she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the cloth-covered ridge beneath his zipper. Her fingers worked the belt out of the way and undid his trousers while she teased him through his pants. Then she gripped the waistband of both his trousers and his boxers, leaned back and looked up at Kane and slowly pulled them down to his knees.
When his cock sprang free, she gave a wicked smile at his groan. Kane had been blessed, and she was about to make him thank the gods for giving her plenty to play with.
She leaned forward and let her breath tease him. She saw his cock dance and twitch, as if it were searching for her mouth, reaching out for the warmth it knew was waiting for him. Her hands ran up and down his thighs, those lovely muscled thighs that had made her drool from the minute she’d met him. They were thick and corded with the muscle of a man who worked at staying strong. There was a light brown layer of fur that covered them. Softer than the hair of any man she’d met.
She put her hands between his legs and pushed them apart, widening his stance, then leaned in and licked her way up his inner thigh. She could hear his gasp and his panting breath echo in the quiet room, and her own fire burned hotter.
People were too fast when it came to sex, men were too fast. They needed to understand that the tease was almost as much fun as the payoff, and the better the tease, the bigger the payoff.
When her lips hit the top of his inner thigh, she nipped at the skin there and exhaled hotly over his balls before nibbling at the soft skin of his other thigh.
“Oh God, woman!” Kane’s fingers tightened in her hair and she smiled against his skin.
Unable to refuse her own desire any longer, she nuzzled against the velvety sac and breathed in deep. Such an honest male primal scent, it fired her up inside and she squeezed her thighs together.
A loud cross between a sigh and a groan echoed through the room, and Kane’s thighs trembled beneath her hands. She licked up the underside of his shaft and gave the shiny head a quick, hard suck that made his knees buckle for a second. Her insides melted and her pussy clenched when she relaxed her throat and took him as deep as she could, only to find that there were still a good couple of inches left.
Oh, yeah, he was blessed, and for that she was thankful.
She reached between his rock-hard thighs and cupped his balls, fondling and rolling them between the fingers of one hand while she used the other hand to squeeze his shaft in time with her bobbing head. She sucked him deep and pulled back, adding a little twist with her hand that soon had him gasping and pulling at her hair and shoulders.
“Vanessa, stop, I want you. Not just your mouth.” His voice was strained and Nessa knew she had him. She had the control, and she needed to keep it.
She increased the suction and the pace. Kane’s panting grew ragged and his taste grew stronger. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically, aching for attention, but she ignored it. She would take care of herself later.
“Damn it, woman!” Kane’s hand gripped her shoulders and the next thing she knew he had her off her knees and seated on her desk. Her legs were spread wide and he was standing between them, his hard cock nudging against her nylon-clad thigh. “I want you, not just your mouth.”
Then he swooped down and claimed her mouth, and any plans or resistance she had, fled. His tongue thrust deep in her mouth and his large hand shoved her skirt up. Then he tugged her forward until her butt was on the edge of the desk and only he was keeping her pinned there. She’d never been so damned happy she never wore underwear in her life.
When Kane discovered her nakedness, his groan echoed in her mouth and her fingers dug into his shoulders. He ran a finger over her slit and Vanessa spread her legs wider, unashamed of the wetness he found.
“Feel what you do to me…how much I love the way you taste, the way you feel?” She panted the words against his lips, her body writhing against him. “Fuck me.”
Kane’s cock found its way between her swollen pussy lips and nudged at her entrance. He gripped her hips and thrust deep, making them both gasp.
As he pumped his hips, he dragged his mouth away and nipped at her neck. She wrapped her legs around him, her hands clutching his ass, urging him on. Faster, deeper. This was no soft, sensual partnership, he was fucking her. Rutting like an animal with no care for his partner. And he couldn’t stop.
Her moans and grunts urged him on. Soon her hands left his ass and she scraped her nails across his chest, leaving a trail of fire that made him growl in pleasure. She ripped her mouth away from his and nibbled at his neck, sucking and biting. He cupped her ass, tilted her hips and fucked her harder.
“Yes, yes,” she chanted.
Her pussy clenched and he felt his balls tighten and pull up. He pumped harder, pulling back to look into her glowing eyes. Their gazes locked and he saw her lids drop, her lips parted and a long, low moan filled the room. Her legs tightened around him, her hips jerked, and hot wetness drenched his cock.
Her cunt milked him and he couldn’t hold back. His cock swelled until it erupted inside her and pleasure exploded throughout his body.
9
“What are you looking at?” Kane growled at the scowling female on his bed as he strode naked into his bedroom, fresh from the shower.
The one-eyed furry thing just stared at him silently.
“Hey, it wasn’t my choice to leave her after a good fuck, she made me go. Vanessa is not exactly an easy woman to win an argument against, you know?” He turned away from the cat and pulled a clean pair of boxer briefs from his dresser drawe
r. “And I did tail her when she left the club to make sure she got home safe.”
Mystery stayed silent, watching him as he moved about the room getting dressed. He didn’t know exactly what went wrong last night, but he was sure it wasn’t the sex. He knew when a woman came, and Vanessa had pushed and pushed his buttons until he lost control. She’d liked it when he’d gone caveman on her, which was completely opposite of how he’d pegged her.
He could’ve sworn she wasn’t into the power games he saw others at her club engaging in. His instincts had said she was putting on a front for all those who were there. That inside, she was just a woman wanting to be treated like a woman.
Then again, he wasn’t into all the head games either, and he’d sure enjoyed their little bit of tug-o-war over who controlled their first time. He swallowed the last of his morning—afternoon now—coffee and gave himself a once-over in the mirror. He looked the same, yet, inside he felt different. Something inside him had shifted since the day before, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to examine it too closely.
“Be good,” he instructed the feline, and snatched up his keys on his way to the door. Time to go to work.
Kane spent the rest of the afternoon in court, testifying on a home invasion case that he’d closed months ago, but that the court was just getting around to dealing with. It was after five o’clock when he entered the station house and found Jackson gobbling down a greasy cheeseburger and fries.
“Eating that crap is not going to help your recovery process you know.” He tugged off his tie, undid his collar and dropped into his chair.
“It’s not going to slow it down either,” he retorted. “Besides, I am recovered. It’s the pencil pushers and insurance geeks who think I’m not street worthy yet.”
Kane shook his head and pulled a protein bar from his desk drawer. The men ate in silence for a few minutes, until Kane snapped at Jackson. “What?”
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