Satisfaction Guaranteed (19 page)

"Foreplay?" Kane found her clit and put his fingertip against the sensitive bud with light pressure that was enough to make her squirm in reaction.

"I forget. What were we talking about?" She reached down to fit her hand around his shaft and found him thick and engorged. He felt so hard and smooth in her hand, his
skin stretched tight, the head of him velvety and sensitive to her exploring fingers.

She couldn't get enough of touching him. She loved the sight and sound and scent of him, and the more she had, the more she wanted. A warning sounded in the distant recesses of her brain, but she ignored it and burrowed down in the bed until she could fit her lips around his cock and take him into her mouth.

"Kitten . . ." Kane slid his hands into her hair, cupping her head as he gently massaged her scalp. "I want to feel your lips wrapped around the base of my cock while you deep-throat me."

That was a challenge, but maybe . . . Sabrina adjusted her angle and relaxed her throat, stretching her mouth to take more of him until she was swallowing most of his cock. Not quite all, but as close as she was going to get. He let out a groan of pleasure, and Sabrina focused on gliding her mouth up and down on him, sucking and licking and delighting in the taste of him.

"Suck hard, baby." Kane rocked his hips into her, fucking her mouth, his movements carefully restrained to keep from crossing the line from participation to overriding the pace she was setting.

Deep-throating Kane wasn't easy, and Sabrina was very aware that one wrong move on his part would end the experiment abruptly. She relished the combination of sexual control and unrestrained passion between them.

She loved him with her tongue and lips and did her best to show him how sexy she found him, how intoxicatingly male, how much she appreciated him allowing her to direct
this act as she tried to give him what he'd given her. An oral assault and a sensual pleasure unlike anything else.

"Do you want to swallow me?" Kane asked, his voice deep and rough with desire. "If you don't want me to come down your throat while you suck me off, you need to stop now, Sabrina."

She didn't want to stop. She tightened her lips around him, increased the pressure of her tongue along his shaft, took him deeper, and felt him throbbing as his orgasm began. She moved back a little and worked him with her mouth and tongue as he came in a liquid rush, let him fill her mouth, then released him to swallow before sucking all of him all the way back in, now able to take him fully as his size subsided slightly.

"I love your mouth on me." Kane stroked her hair as she laved him with her tongue, lapped at the sensitized head of his cock, explored the ridge below, and sucked his shaft up and down in long, lazy strokes. He was still hard, and Sabrina realized he wasn't going to need any recovery time before he was ready to go again, but it might take him a long time to come.

Her vaginal walls squeezed tight at the thought of riding him for as long as it took, and she slid her mouth free to explore the possibilities.

"Kane," Sabrina murmured, kissing his hard, sculpted belly. She crawled on top of him and sat up, straddling him. "You're so big," she said in awe. "It's like my own private pirate playground. I want to touch you and kiss you everywhere. And then I want to do it until my thighs chafe."

His lips twitched. "Do it?"

"Yes.
It
." She grinned at him. "The horizontal mambo. The mattress dance."

"Don't be coy. Tell me what you really want." Kane reached up to cup her breasts with his big hands, and the sight of them fitting over her soft flesh struck her as incredibly erotic. She was soft and slight and feminine, he was big and heavily muscled, and his hands covered her breasts completely.

"I want you," she said simply, and the statement rang in her head like an echo. Oh yes, she did want him. She wanted to touch him and taste him, and she wanted to take him inside her and ride him in a long, lazy rhythm for the pure pleasure of having her body joined with his.

Sabrina rose, positioned herself over him, and reached down to guide his shaft into place. Then she sank down, closing her eyes and breathing out in a sigh as she sheathed him fully.

"You feel so good inside me, Kane," she said. It was such an understatement, it was almost ridiculous. Getting a massage felt good. Sunshine in the winter felt good. A light rain in the spring felt good. Kane inside her was as elemental and electric as it was grounding, and she craved it to the depths of her being. But she had no better words, so she focused on feeling the connection between them.

His hardness rising to take her where she was soft and giving. His strength supporting her. His warmth and his clean male scent with a hint of citrus enticing her. His arms moved around to circle her and pull her down to lie on his chest, her torso pressed into his. Kane's embrace promised comfort and a haven even as he plundered her, his uncompromising grip holding her securely where he wanted her and pistoning his hips into her, taking her hard.

"Slow," she whispered, feathering kisses over his chest. "I want it slow, Kane. I want to feel you filling me inch by inch. I want to wait for it and ache for it until you're all the way inside me again, and then I want to feel my body's need for yours when you pull out almost all the way."

"Sabrina." His arms tightened around her, crushing her against him, then loosened a little to allow her to draw a deep breath. "Take what you want."

So she rocked her pelvis as she rode him, slow and rhythmic, teasing both of them and drawing it out as long as she could stand it. And somewhere along the way, she felt herself beginning to tighten and felt the lazy rocking motion of their coming together building into the promise of fulfillment just ahead, like the end of a rainbow. She forced herself not to speed up, biting her lip as she struggled to hold on.

"So close," she whispered, panting a little as she tried to slow down, but it was sweeping over her and she couldn't hold it off. "Kane." She said his name as if it were an anchor and closed her eyes as pleasure surged and emotion broke her.

It seemed like a long time later, but in reality only a few seconds or a minute could have passed before she stirred on top of him. Sabrina could feel Kane's arms banded around her, one hand in her hair, stroking and caressing her, their bodies still joined together. Not for long, though. This moment couldn't last forever, as much as she might like to make time stop.

His heart thudded under her ear, a steady drumming sound that soothed her. His body felt solid and sure under hers, and she took in a deep breath, letting it all the way out in a sigh of satisfaction.

"Need to move?" Kane asked, his voice a deep rumble in her ear.

"Yes," she said in real regret. But she stayed a moment longer, savoring the feel of him and the fit of their bodies. Then she pushed herself to her knees in one fluid motion, climbed off, and stood beside the bed. She cocked her head to the side, looking at the picture Kane made lying there on his back, naked, semierect, his long black hair loose.

"Pirate," she said with a satisfied smile.

"As you requested." Kane looked back at her, letting his eyes wander over her naked body from head to toe in a leisurely sweep that told her he liked what he saw.

"I look good from the back, too," Sabrina said, and turned to walk away, swinging her hips for him to make her bottom bounce and sway. His low growl sent a delighted thrill through her.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the shower and found Kane holding a towel for her. She let him wrap it around her, lifting her arms so he could tuck one end between her breasts. He slid his hand along the upper curve of her breasts when he finished in a teasing caress. Then he took her place.

Sabrina padded back to the galley, retrieved the borrowed sweats, dropped her towel, and dressed. Her motions felt liquid and lazy. She didn't think she could hurry if her life depended on it. Say if the fictional Mob caught up to them. Or Black Jack, the dreaded pirate rival. Or if she spotted a giant spider.

Kane came up behind her just as she finished and wrapped his arms around her waist to draw her back against
his chest, his chin rubbing the top of her head. "You're all covered up."

"I thought you might need a break," she said in a voice of grave concern. "You're so much older. I'd hate to give you a heart attack."

"Kitten, you
are
a heart attack." Kane's voice was amused and affectionate as he cuddled her from behind. "I'll never be the same. Neither will my kitchen table."

"I like to leave my mark." Her lips curved in a smile as she ground her butt into him. She eyed the kitchen table and thought how useful it was to have all the furniture bolted to the floor. It prevented all sorts of potential awkward accidents.

"You've succeeded there." Kane turned her and slid a finger under her chin, tilting it up for his kiss. He bent his head to brush his lips over hers in a sweet, lingering movement, tasting her, nibbling at her lower lip, then probing with his tongue until she opened her mouth for him. He took the invitation to deepen the kiss and teased her with his tongue until she tangled hers with his.

When he finally released her mouth and lifted his head, Sabrina could feel her heart thundering and blood roaring in her ears. She clutched at his chest to keep from losing her balance, then realized she'd lost her inner balance somewhere along the way.

She may have left her mark on Kane, but the reverse was obviously true. Her pirate had taken more than her body, and she couldn't even say when that line had been crossed. Maybe it had started the moment she'd stepped onto his boat, when he'd tried to protect her from himself.

"You're very quiet," Kane said. He tugged her closer and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him.

"Thinking," Sabrina said. Although not very clearly or very well.

"That goes well with hot cocoa. Want some?" Kane rubbed the small of her back as he made the offer, and she felt tears sting at the backs of her eyes.

Tears. Because an incredibly sexy man with a great sense of humor who'd done things to her body that she'd fantasize over and remember fondly to her dying day was obviously something to cry about.

Don't be an idiot, Sabrina
, she chided herself. She blinked furiously and waited to answer until she trusted herself to speak without her voice wavering.

"Thank you. I'd love a cup." Her voice sounded small to her ears, but it was the best she could do.

Sabrina sat on the cushioned seat with her legs drawn up and folded in a half lotus as she watched Kane work around the little stove. Watching Kane was a very worthwhile activity, even when he was doing something as simple as preparing twin mugs of hot chocolate. His hair was loose and damp with a hint of curl after the shower, and while he'd put his jeans back on, he'd left the button at the top undone, and he was bare-chested.

"Nice six-pack," she said as she admired the lines and planes of his sculpted body.

"When you're in hiding from the Mob, you stay in shape," Kane said, stirring the cocoa. "You never know when you'll have to run for your life."

He carried over the mugs and set hers in front of her. Sabrina curled her hands around it and looked up at him. "Tell me something real about you."

"Something real." Kane sat across from her and held out his hand. She freed one to place in his palm. His fingers closed around her, his hand so much larger that it covered
hers entirely. "I don't go to the gym for bodybuilding. I'm not that vain. But I do lift weights three times a week. People who take care of their bodies live longer and have fewer health problems, fewer injuries. And it's good stress relief."

"It must be working for you," Sabrina said. "You're pretty much the direct opposite of stressed out."

"If I had any stress, you relieved it when you came aboard and took off all your clothes." Kane picked up his mug and sipped. His gaze held hers as he looked at her over the rim. The warmth in those deep blue eyes made Sabrina's heart trip. The loose hair and earring and bare chest made him look untamed and dangerous and so very desirable.

She broke eye contact and forced herself to focus on her cup.
Pick it up. Drink. Remember to swallow
. She managed to maintain a semblance of control until he relaxed his hand around hers and began to trace patterns on her palm with his fingers. Her heart rate doubled, and her hand holding the cup trembled. Sabrina set the hot chocolate back down, very carefully, and unfolded her legs to stand up. "I can't do this," she said.

"Drink?" Kane's hand was very still on the table, remaining there when she'd tugged hers free to get to her feet.

"Drink. Think. Have a conversation. Sit across from you." Sabrina waved her arms as she spoke, needing some physical outlet to express her chaotic internal state. Then she climbed onto his lap.

Kane wrapped one arm around her and hugged her close. "Are you having regrets, Sabrina?" His voice was very careful and even, but she could feel the tension in his body.

"No." Whatever else she felt, she was clear on that one. Kane had given her exactly what she wanted, and she couldn't
regret that. The thought of missing out on this time with Kane, of another man fulfilling her fantasy, made her stomach hurt.

"I'm happy to hear that." His voice was still guarded and impossible to read, but Sabrina felt him relax slightly as he held her. So. Her pirate wanted her there as much as she wanted to be there. That was reassuring.