Kit had a perfect ass. It was big and plump but still muscular, athletic. Fuck, I loved kissing it. Literally.

“Kane,” she moaned, lifting her head over her shoulder, trying yet again to see what I was up to. Nosy woman.

“Hush,” I told her, hand on her back, laying her down against the mattress. “This is my favorite view.” I slipped a hand over her fine, wide ass, smiling at the jiggle when I nibbled the curve and ran my fingers around the bottom curve. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

She started to laugh, a low, hot sound that got me hard, but being this close to her, having her facedown, pulling that gorgeous ass up close to my face was too damn much of a temptation.

I had to taste her. Every damn where.

The laugh died quickly when I lifted her ass, lowering my tongue over her pussy, licking her from behind because I could. Kit seemed to like that.

“Oh God!”

She tasted like fucking honey, sweet and warm, and every time I touched her with my cock or my tongue or my fingers, I got a response. Kit might be good at keeping whatever she felt off her face, but she was crap at staying quiet when she was turned on.

“Fuck, I could taste you forever.” That shit wasn’t a lie. She had a pretty pussy, all pink and tight, the lips small, her clit swollen and tempting. I bent back down to lick her again, lapping her over and over, spreading her lips apart to stick my tongue deep inside her. Then, I hummed against her, not able to keep myself quiet.

Delicious. Hot. Warm and fucking mine.

“Kane…what… Oh!”

She liked that, let out a little mew of surprise when I spread her cheeks apart to get in deeper. That small noise became a fucking whine of pleasure when I held her close against my mouth and slipped three fingers right inside her, teasing her G-spot until she bucked against my lips.

“Yes! Oh…yes, Kane!”

A few flicks of my knuckle in rapid succession against her sweet spot and Kit buried her face in the mattress, grabbing behind her for my arm, scratching and pinching my hand as she flooded my mouth with her orgasm.

She was wet everywhere now; on my mouth, on the sheets, and fuck me, was it hot. But I didn’t give my Kit time to recover. I wanted her out of control. I wanted her crying my name, claiming me just as I’d claimed her.

“Get on your knees, baby.” It took effort, but she complied, slouching against the pillow as I came up behind her. “Hmmm…fuck, Kit. You’re so sexy.” I grabbed that sweet ass, rubbing her lower back, kissing her beautiful skin as I slipped behind her.

“Kane…” She was already turned on, that wet pussy glistening as I grabbed my cock and ran the tip between those dripping lips. “Please,” she said, throwing a glare my way. “I…I want you inside me.”

“Fuck…” I couldn’t take her saying things like that. Not since I’d waited so long to have her. One touch of hers and she owned me. Even if she didn’t realize it, she fucking owned my soul.

Kit’s entire body shook as I eased my cock inside her carefully, slow enough that she felt every inch I had for her. She hissed, gripping the pillow in front of her as she bounced back against me. “God…you fill me up…so much.”

She went on saying shit like that and I’d be ruined. Already was. When Kit came into my room, when she announced she was tired of the fucking game we’d been playing, I decided I wouldn’t even bother convincing her this shit might not work.

I kissed her because I wanted to. I fucked her because we both wanted it. And I kept fucking her because I didn’t think it was possible to ever be full of Kit Carlyle.

I wouldn’t stop wanting her. Ever.

“Kane, yes! Harder.”

That shit fucked with my head. I’d always been rough with women, making sure they got enough from me, that they liked the things I did to them. Sometimes I could lose myself so much that they’d ask me to slow down or be softer. Never, not in twenty years, had I ever had a woman ask me to do her harder.

“Harder?” I said through a grunt, steadying Kit’s body with my fingers digging into her hips.

“Yes. Hell yes,” she said, rocking back so hard, taking me completely that I almost lost my balance.

“Kit…fucking hell…”

I grabbed her shoulder, moving her back, my balls tightening the faster she went, and I swore I saw stars when she clenched around my cock, milking me, gripping me until I could only rock faster, trying to give her everything I had without breaking her. I’d never hurt her. It just wasn’t in me.

“There, Kane! Yes!”

Unbelievably, she came right there, with her treating my body like it was her plaything to be used for whatever she wanted.

Hell, who was I kidding? Of course it was.

She came for a long time, her shouts ringing out, becoming deafening, and I could only watch her, fascinated by how beautiful she was, by how much I still wanted her.

Nope, never getting my fill of Kit.

I was still rock hard, still pretending that I was all in control by the time Kit relaxed and pulled away from me, offering me her hand. She led me to the center of the bed, getting me flat on my back, her smile wide, a little devious, and I rested back against the pillows, still ready to go but curious. “What are you planning?” I asked, tucking my arm behind my head.

“Things…”

Kit straddled me, slipping her fingers around my cock, sliding them up and down while she hovered on top of me. Teasing, her wet lips against my tip, she watched me.

She held my attention with a small grin, with the glint of something fucking tempting in her eyes. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t decide what I liked more—her holding my cock against that pretty pussy or the look in her eyes that was all warning.

“Kit…”

“You’re always rough. That’s what you said.” She closed her eyes, sliding herself against my dick, slipping it between her lips, making it disappear and reappear drenched with her wetness. “Have you ever tried being gentle?”

“No…not lately.” My answer came out in a low moan, and I reached for her, frowning when she shook her head. “This isn’t what gets me off.”

Kit raised an eyebrow, looking at me, down at my raging hard cock, and then back up at my face. “Oh, really?”

I laughed, head shaking. “Fine, then. You want me to be gentle? I’ll give it a shot.”

“No, Kane,” she said, coming up on her knees with my dick still between her fingers. “I’m going to be gentle with you.”

Then Kit, my beautiful best friend, the only woman who could be soft and sweet and make me be the same and still turn me on doing it, slid right over my cock, burning me from the inside, taking me all without moving her gaze from my face.

“Slow,” she said, moving, reaching up to rest her hands on my shoulder. “Slow and sweet and so gentle…”

I shut my eyes when she moved up, rocking back and forth, each movement tighter and tighter. “Oh God, Kane, gentle can be good.” She leaned forward, taking my face between her hands, mouth eager, tongue hot as she kissed me, and I couldn’t keep from being just as greedy. Fingers scratching along her shoulders, I held the back of her hair, not gripping but guiding her closer. I couldn’t get enough of her mouth.

“Fuck, Kit, you feel good.” She squeezed, going faster, nails digging into my shoulders again, and it felt like she was ripping me up, teasing and taking, and fuck if I didn’t love every second of it. “Kit…God…I’m gonna come. Go…go faster.” She did me one better. “Oh, fuck…” I mumbled when Kit got to her feet, squatting over me, using my shoulders to keep her steady. I held her ass, guiding, my chest tight, my balls tighter, and the only sound in that room was the low buzz from the next room over’s TV and the slap of our skin as Kit fucked me.

Three long thrusts, each one a stab of pleasure that only got more intense, and I came hard, holding her against my cock, holding her like she was the only person who could keep me grounded to the earth.

When the aftershocks slowed, I wrapped Kit in my arms, loving how sticky and sweaty we were. I couldn’t care less about the mess we’d made. I was in heaven, and nothing would take me from it.

“Kit…” I rubbed her back, kissing the top of her head. I wanted to stay like that with her, right in that spot, and tell the rest of the world to fuck off. I wanted it to be her and me and no one else for as long as we could manage it. “Christ, Kit…”

She rubbed her face against my chest, kissing along my pecs, grazing my nipple with her wet mouth before she exhaled, smiling at me, looking pleasantly fucked and a little smug about it.

“We made a mess,” she said, waving a hand toward our bodies.

“Fuck yes, we did.”

Kit started to move, and I tugged on her waist, pulling her back against me. “Don’t leave yet.”

“I’m sticky.”

“I know.” I rubbed a hand over her ass, giving her a squeeze. “I was there when it happened.”

“Kane…” Just the tone of her voice had me worried enough that I didn’t argue when she slipped off me and lay at my side.

I moved toward her, resting on an elbow to look down at her. “I do something wrong?”

“No,” she said, fingering my chest again. I liked how she touched me like she did it without even thinking about it. “It’s just…we’ve been fucking for hours now.”

“Again, I was there.” I kissed her nose, getting a laugh for my effort.

“I just mean…I’m good, you know. I’m on the shot, and I guess it’s a lot late to even think about it, but…”

“Ah.” I relaxed a little when I caught her meaning, but I still took a breath. Relinquishing this information did nothing for my rep or my pride. “I’m clean, Kit. I get checked every six months even though…” I shrugged, grabbing her hand.

“Even though what?”

She had pink polish on her nails; all trimmed, neat, and her fingers were small, dwarfed against my huge palm. I glanced up at her, shrugging. “Even though I haven’t had sex in about three years.”

“Wha…” She frowned, giving me a look that made me feel stupid.

“What can I say?” I kissed her fingers, rubbing my thumb over the knuckles. “I met this woman at my job and sort of carried a torch. Didn’t have much interest in anyone but her.”

Kit watched me for long enough that I wasn’t sure my stupid confession hadn’t cost me more than I thought. It unsettled me, getting that look from her. God only knew what she thought. When she didn’t say anything, I fell back against the pillows, scrubbing my face.

“So, you haven’t…” She moved closer, her naked breast against my arm. I shook my head, watching her closely as she looked at me. “No sex with anyone at all?” I waved my left hand, wiggling my fingers, and Kit laughed, pulling on my wrist to hold my hand. “But…I don’t understand. Even if…that’s a long time, Kane.”

For a long time, I didn’t say anything at all. Didn’t much breathe either. Kit had a beautiful face and eyes that were round, hopeful. I’d always loved how open she was, how generous she was with everyone. I’d always wanted to make her smile, to be the one to make her laugh. But I’d never thought I’d have to admit the truth. Not really. I’d dreamed about this moment, about Kit and me together, naked, spent. But I’d always thought we’d skip the confessions. I’d thought it wouldn’t be necessary.

I was wrong.

Kit deserved everything I had, even if that meant the things I kept wrapped up tight.

“Hell, Kit,” I told her, keeping my voice quiet as I reached for her, thumb moving over her cheek. “I’m not a sad sack. It’s just…when you love someone, everybody else is a cheap substitute.” I sat up, kissing her forehead before I held her face still. “I only wanted the woman I loved. I only ever wanted you.”

I’d made Kit laugh hundreds of times since we’d met. I’d seen her in a rage and ready to do battle when she didn’t get what she thought she deserved from the network. I’d seen her sick and hungry and devastated by loss. I’d dried her tears before, but I had never put them there.

I did now. My small confession had Kit’s eyes glassy and shining, and no matter how close I held her or how much I kissed her, those tears kept coming.

“Shit, baby, don’t cry.” She didn’t stop, not even when I brought her against my chest. “Please, Kit…I’m sorry. Don’t…don’t cry…”

“I’m…I’m not,” she lied, sniffling against my chest. “I’m just…” Kit looked up, wiping her eyes along the back of her hand. “God, Kane…I love you too.”

I wasn’t the kind of man who went in for hearts and flowers and big damn gestures that proved I loved someone. I’d probably fuck this thing up with her at some point, but right then, on that hotel mattress, with Kit looking at me like I was hers and she wasn’t going to ever let me go, I swear to Christ, I could have written fucking sonnets and leapfrogged around Seattle just on the high those words Kit gave me.