Brynne

It’s late and I’m in bed reading when I hear the shuffling of feet down the hall. Even though I know it’s Kane, I can’t help the small shiver of anxiety that races through me. Every creak and rattle has made me jump after what happened with Felix. Tonight’s been the worst since I sent Kiley back to Blake’s apartment, so I could be alone with Kane when he got home.

The bedroom door opens, and I let out a small relieved breath when I see him.

“You better not be wearing anything under that t-shirt.” He chuckles, pulling off his shirt as he makes his way to the bed.

I laugh and place my book on the nightstand.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” He crawls across the bed, dimples shadowing his cheeks, blue eyes flashing in the dim light.

God, he’s sexy.

He kisses me, and I do my best not to wince, but he must feel it, because he pulls back, his gaze questioning.

There’s a small scab on my lip from where Felix hit me. I was able to cover the bruise with make-up, but I know the second he sees it.

He sits up, pulling me with him, his fingers roaming over my face. “What the hell happened?”

I sigh, placing my palms on his chest. “You promise not to get upset?”

“I’m already upset.” I can see the fire in his eyes.

I tell him what happened. Every detail. Not wanting to keep anything from him anymore.

“He hit you?” Kane starts to get out of bed, but I grab his hand.

“I hit him first if that makes you feel any better,” I say lightly, but he doesn’t smile.

“And why the hell does Kiley have a gun?”

“It wasn’t loaded.”

He drags his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you. Not with her.”

“This wasn’t Kiley’s fault. I don’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t been here.”

His jaw muscle pulses rapidly. “You should have called the police.”

“He won’t be back.” I don’t tell him that I was worried about Kiley getting in trouble.

“You don’t know that. We should at least put a restraining order on him.”

“If he tries contacting me again, I’ll think about it. But I really think Kiley scared him.”

Kane sighs, then leans back against the headboard and closes his eyes. “God, I hate leaving you.”

“And I hate you leaving.” I move, slinking across his body so that I’m straddling him, and running my fingers down his chest.

“You missed me?” He lifts a brow.

“Maybe a little.” A smile tugs at my lips as I lean over and kiss his chest, dipping my fingers into the waist of his pants, hoping to divert his attention. He lifts his hips as I shift his pants down, allowing his already hard cock to spring free.

“I think you missed me more than a little.” His hands slink under the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing. His palms run over my thighs, then grip my hips.

I shrug, like his touch doesn’t send a thousand little sparks of ecstasy shooting through my body. But when his hand moves further up, cupping my breasts, his thumbs flicking my already hard nipples, I can’t help the small cry that escapes my lips.

“Admit that you missed me.” His hot mouth takes my nipple and I whimper. He gives a small, almost painful suck, then says, “Admit it, or I’m going to have to remind you how much you really missed me.”

“Maybe I need to remind you.” I wrap my arms around his neck, lifting up and positioning his cock at my entrance.

“Jesus, Brynne.”

I slide down on his rock-hard warmth, groaning as I take every delectable inch of him. His fingers grip my hips and he lets out a moan of his own.

“My God. What you do to me.”

I raise my arms when he pulls my t-shirt up and over my head, then tosses it across the room.

“Too much clothing,” he murmurs, his mouth finding my nipple again, his large arms wrapping around my back, one hand gripping my ass as I start to move on top of him.

We start slow, but the days apart have felt like torture, and my own desperate need for him escalates, returned by his own demanding rhythm. His hands and mouth are everywhere. Touching. Licking. Kissing.

Heart.

Mind.

Soul.

And I realize that this is what it means to belong to someone. To be fully enraptured.

“Mine,” he growls against my neck as he flips me over on my back, only unlocking our bodies for a brief second before he fills me again, deeper than before.

I whimper against his kiss as our bodies move in perfect harmony. His mouth devours mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips, while his fingers palm my breast, squeezing my nipple, and causing a bolt of ecstasy to go straight to my clit.

“Kane,” I whimper, the pleasure coursing through me almost too much to bear.

His thrusts become harder, more desperate, and I know he’s close. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

I do.

Waves of pleasure rip through me until my entire body is weak and shaking, my legs boneless.

Kane lets out a groan, plunging into me one last time before his body jerks and he comes in hot, hard spurts inside of me.

I whimper as I come again from the pulsing heat.

His forehead drops to mine, and he breathes out roughly. “God, I love you.”

I cup his precious face in my hands and hold his gaze, his cock still buried inside of me, and whisper the words I’d been too afraid to say until now. “I love you, too.”