“Come here, sweetheart.”
Walking over to him, he stands up. He is towering over me and my head barely hits the bottom of his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close for a second. Sighing against his chest, I wrap my arms around him.
“Get in.” He lets go of me and gently pushes me toward the tub.
“No, no. You go with me.” I tug on his hand.
He scoops me off my feet and steps into the tub. Sitting between his legs, he massages my shoulders and back.
“If you keep doing that I will be asleep in seconds.” I roll my neck as he massages my shoulders.
“We can’t have that, can we?”
I hear a click and look back to see that Kane has a washcloth and a bottle of my body wash. He lifts my arm and gently washes it. Then he washes my body slowly.
Taking the washcloth from him, I then wash him. From his neck to his feet. If it’s even possible, I feel that we’re more connected now than ever before. It doesn’t matter how long you know the person. It can be a week or six months—you know when you know.
He lifts me out of the tub again and dries off his body then mine. Walking to the bed, I collapse on top of it. Spent.
“Why is the comforter over there?” Kane asks from the bathroom.
“I. Uhh. You know virginity… losing it… things happen.” Feeling incredibly awkward and embarrassed, I cover my face with my hands.
“Ohh. I’ll go get another blanket.”
I lie on the bed spread eagle, but I don’t give a flip. I’m throbbing down there. Whoever says that shit doesn’t hurt is a big fat liar. The bed bounces as Kane climbs in. Rolling over so my head is on his chest, he covers me with the blanket, and I’m out.
~*~
The sound of creaking stairs wakes me. Cracking my eyes open, I see Kane walk into the bedroom. He’s only wearing boxers and looks absolutely delicious. Twisting on the bed so I’m lying on my belly with my head propped up on my hand, I say, “Morning, sexy.”
“Good morning, beautiful.” He gives me a sly smile before kissing my forehead.
Slipping out of the covers the cold air hits my breasts and my hands automatically go to hide them. Kane’s eyes darken as he looks over my body. I look down at my feet, blushing.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, sweetheart.”
That makes me blush even harder. Dang it.
Ring, ring, ring.
Walking to the table beside the bed, I pick up my phone. “Hello?”
“Sydney! We are having a girls’ day. Manis’, pedis’, massages, facials. We will be at Kane’s in an hour to pick you up,” Jessica yells into the phone and hangs up before I can argue.
Sighing, I put down my phone. Turning to look at Kane, I tell him, “Looks like I’m having a girls’ day.” What I really want is to spend the day with Kane.
“When will they be here?”
“In an hour,” I grunt and walk to the shower. As expected, I’m really sore. Plus, Kane isn’t a small guy. Turning the water on, I wait a minute to let it warm up. Stepping in, I pick up the shampoo just as the shower door opens and Kane steps in naked.
Gulping, I stare at his body. His body is hard as a rock and sculpted with abs that are begging to be licked. I’m one lucky bitch. He takes the shampoo from me while I’m staring at him like an idiot. It’s like he knows what I’m thinking because he gives me his signature smirk.
He opens the shampoo lid and pours some into his hand. “Turn around, love.” Doing as I’m told, I turn around. I feel his hands on my hair and then he starts rubbing the shampoo into my hair. The only person that has washed my hair besides me is my mom. The sensation is amazing—there’s something calming about someone else scrubbing your scalp.
“Rinse,” he orders. Going under the water spray, I lean my head back slightly because the heat feels amazing.
Kane’s hands start to wander to my waist, my sides, my belly. My eyes shoot open and look down. Kane is on his knees before me.
“Lean against the wall.”
Turning around, I lean against the wall away from the water spray. He then lifts one leg up and lays it across his shoulder. His hands are on my butt lifting me up higher until my other leg is off the ground.
His voice is gruff when he says, “Place your other leg on my shoulder.”
“Umm. How can that work?”
He smirks at me, and I wearily do as I’m told. Lifting my leg up, I place it over his shoulder. He grips my butt hard and lowers his mouth down to my pussy. He sucks my clit into his mouth hard. Licking, sucking, nipping. He never touches lower than that because he knows I’m sore.
“Kane,” I moan.
He takes my clit in his mouth again and sucks. Then his head moves side to side while sucking. Black spots cloud my vision.