CHAPTER 31
Kenzie
THE PRESENT…
I woke up in the morning surrounded by warmth in the form of a red-hot male body that was wrapped around me.
Dane had spooned me tight, and never let go, even after he fell asleep.
I laid there for a few minutes, just enjoying the sensation of being cherished enough to have a place in Dane’s arms.
We were both a little bit stinky since we’d fallen asleep soon after he’d fucked me to within an inch of my life, but I wasn’t about to complain.
Eventually, I started to squirm slowly out of my place, needing desperately to empty my bladder.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Dane said in an adorable, sleepy male tone that sent shivers down my spine. “You’re not leaving me.”
He tightened his arm around my waist.
“Dane, I have to go. Literally. I haven’t wet my bed in well over twenty years.”
“Okay, then,” he grumbled, but he still didn’t let me go.
I actually giggled because he was so funny when he wasn’t quite awake. “You have to let go.”
“Don’t want to,” he complained.
Honestly, I had no desire to get up at the moment, but my bladder was screaming for relief. “I have to,” I said with regret, and then wiggled until he loosened his hold.
“Come back to me,” he growled.
I took a moment to lean over and kiss him on the forehead before I scampered to the attached bathroom. Judging by the fact that Dane hadn’t even opened his eyes, he’d probably be back to sleep within moments.
I finished my business, and then turned on the shower. I was desperate to get my own stink off my body.
Come back to me.
I came so damn close to obeying his command because I wanted to, but the shower won because I really needed it to feel human again.
The powerful, jetted stream from the showerhead woke me up, clearing my muddled senses.
Now all I need is coffee!
But really, all I wanted was Dane again.
I guessed that was the problem in experiencing that much pleasure. I’d gotten greedy to experience it over and over again.
I washed my hair and ran the conditioner through it while I thought about what had happened the night before.
Dane was so damn dangerous to me. Not only was I crazy in love with him, but he could also be a damn good friend. My attraction to him was off the charts. And my soul felt a profound connection for the first time in my life.
Problem was, that combination could be disastrous, but I was at the point where I had to try. What good was there in life if all I ever did was survive? Maybe I was conditioned not to take chances, but Dane tempted me beyond anything I could possibly resist.
I wanted love.
I wanted connection.
I wanted…him.
My chest ached as I remembered how he’d made me come apart, my brain focused only on pleasure.
It was highly possible that the way I loved Dane might only come once in a lifetime. And I just couldn’t throw it aside for safety. I wanted to experience everything I could before I missed the chance.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the tile, my body primed and ready to orgasm.
Before I could think about it, I ran my hand down my belly, and it came to rest on my aching core.
“Dane,” I whispered as I pictured him in my mind, that heavy-lidded, turned on expression I’d seen last night forming in my brain. “I need you.”
I lifted my foot and propped it on the tub, my fingers still busy stimulating my throbbing clit.
My stomach clenched, and I bit back a moan as I visualized Dane surging into me. And Dane feasting on my pussy like he had the first time we’d been intimate.
I squeaked and my eyes popped open. A strong hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand away from what I was doing.
Before I could quite process what was happening, Dane was on his knees and between my legs.
He looked up at me. “You’re a very bad girl, Kenzie. Getting you off is my job,” he rasped. “But I’ll let it slide for now.”
I shivered at the low timbre of his voice. I knew he was playing, but I didn’t know quite how to join in. Or at least…I thought he was teasing. With Dane, it was hard to tell sometimes.
In seconds, I wasn’t thinking about his words. All I could do was feel as he buried his face between my legs.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my legs trembling as he put his hands on my ass and pulled my pussy against his face.
I had to grab onto the bar in the shower, and I was grateful it was there. With my foot propped up, I was completely open to Dane, but my balance wasn’t quite stable.
I let my head fall back against the tile as Dane’s tongue flicked over the tender, pink flesh, then zeroed in on the tiny bundle of nerves that sent me through the roof.
I white-knuckled the metal bar, feeling my body reacting violently to every subtle touch of Dane’s tongue.
With him, there would probably never be a time that I didn’t go up in flames the moment he touched me.
“Make me come, Dane, please,” I begged.
My core was already clenching, and I could feel my orgasm barreling full-strength toward me.
The pulsating stream of water was hitting my nipples, stimulating them almost in the same rhythm as Dane’s tongue.
My back arched instinctively as my climax hit me like a tidal wave.
“Dane. Yes. Yes.” I reached my free hand down to spear my fingers through his wet hair, my volatile release consuming me.
I wanted him close.
Closer.
Then closer still.
My body shuddered as I imploded, becoming a trembling mess as I gasped for breath and my sanity.
Dane’s fingers replaced his mouth as he rose up, still gently stroking over me until I finally relaxed against him, my body completely wrecked.
“Good morning,” he said in a low, sexy voice beside my ear. I was wide awake now, even without my morning coffee.
“Yes, it is,” I panted.
His chuckle vibrated against my skin, and it was one of the best things I’d ever heard.
I wanted to make Dane happy.
I wanted to make him laugh.
There had been way too much solitude and sadness in his life.
“I thought I told you to come back to me,” he scolded.
“I wanted to not stink first,” I protested. “But I can make it worth the wait.”
“You already have, sweetheart,” he assured me.
My heart squeezed inside my chest. “I can make it even better,” I offered, not waiting for him to answer before I slid down his body and knelt at his feet.
I’d wanted this last night, but things had been too volatile for me to fumble with my first blow job. Now, we had plenty of time.
“Kenzie, if you do that, I’m definitely going to come in record time,” he warned.
I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock. “God, I hope so,” I replied in a hopeful tone. “Well, not the record time thing, but the coming thing.”
I savored the feel of his thick, hard shaft, hoping I could manage to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
I looked up at him, and our eyes met with a powerful clash. “Help me,” I said. “I don’t exactly know how to do this.”
His dark eyes lightened, and he grinned at me. “Trust your instincts. I guarantee I’ll like whatever you do.”
I moved my hands to his firm butt, my fingers tracing over the muscled, smooth flesh.
Like he said, I followed my instincts, putting my mouth to his wet abs, and tracing that seductive V with my tongue.
I let my mouth trail over his shaft, then opened to take him into my mouth.
Dane tasted like sin, and hard, stubborn, irresistible male, and I was intoxicated the moment I first sucked on his cock.
I fumbled, but Dane reached down and held my head, coaxing me into the rhythm he needed.
“Fuck, Kenzie! I told you I was never going to last. Watching my fucking wet dreams play out for real is too damn hard for me.”
Had he dreamt about this, about me? God, I hoped so, because he’d been the star of my sensual dreams almost since the moment we’d met.
I picked up the pace, getting comfortable with his mammoth size. I tried to keep taking more and more of him, but I would probably never be able to handle all of Dane.
On instinct, I lowered my hand from his ass down to fondle his balls, and I was satisfied to get a guttural, sexy groan from his lips.
“Just like that, Kenzie,” he groaned.
“Just!”
“Like!”
“That!”
I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock, finally getting to know his responses. I let my hand work with my mouth, and when I sensed his body tensing, I knew he was going to come.
“Back up, baby. I’m going to come.”
I didn’t want to back off. I wanted to taste him just like he’d tasted me. In fact, I craved it.
I got exactly what I wanted, and Dane’s orgasm flowed powerfully down my throat, the warmth and his sensual groans fueling my own pleasure.
I did it! I didn’t suck at giving head. Well, I guess I sucked, but only in a very good way.
Dane grasped me tightly under the arms and hauled me up and into his arms.
“Was that okay?” I asked hesitantly as I looked up at him.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “It was more than okay.”
I smiled as he kept his eyes closed and his head tipped, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I’ll improve eventually,” I mused. “I just need practice.”
He hauled me against him and he kissed me. I sighed into his tender kiss as I tasted the two of us mingled together.
When he finally released my lips, I rested my head on his strong shoulder, happy to just be with him.
“If you practice anymore, you’ll probably kill me,” he grumbled.
I smiled against his skin, knowing that he really wouldn’t complain if I wanted to improve my skills.
We cleaned up lazily, taking our time before we finally left the warmth of the shower.