Ginger pushed the pillows aside and placed her palms flat against the headboard. “Like that?”
“Perfect.” He trailed kisses down the center of her torso, stopping briefly to suckle her left nipple, then her right. His tongue dipped into her belly button and followed in a straight line over her mound.
When his tongue probed her folds, she spread her legs and arched into him. His fingers squeezed her inner thighs. Ginger realized that was one of her favorite things about o**l s*x with Kane—the feel of him holding her in place. Holding her steady to receive the pleasure he gave her. His tongue flicked her clit, teasingly, precisely, but always with unbridled passion.
Kane took his time tasting her, not in a teasing manner; he just slowly, thoroughly feasted on her pu**y. When the telltale contractions started, Kane fastened his mouth to her clit, bringing her to climax with soft, gentle nibbles interspersed with butterfly licks as she came with a soft wail.
Right after the last pulse, Kane’s c**k was driving inside her still-throbbing tissues, immediately bringing her to the verge again. He buried his mouth in her throat, thrusting into her, making this bonus orgasm last.
Soon as her head stopped spinning, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Wow.”
“The wow factor is always a good sign.” Kane slid his hands up her arms and threaded their fingers together. “Look at me while I’m lovin’ on you, sugar. See exactly what you do to me.”
Something big shifted between them in that small moment.
Ginger molded her mouth to his, desperate to taste his passion as well as feel it. The kiss never veered out of control. It stayed as easy and steady as the way he made love to her.
When his thrusts became faster and his hands squeezed hers, she wrapped her legs around his waist and bowed into him.
Kane threw back his head and groaned, eyes closed, neck taut, mouth slack, absolutely beautiful in the moment that he let everything go.
He blinked at her, as if clearing the fog away, and smiled an endearingly shy and somewhat boyish smile.
That’s when she knew what the elusive something was: love.
She loved him. Holy crap. She was in love with him.
“Why so serious?” he murmured.
Instead of blurting out, Because I just realized I love you and I’ve never been in love and it’s scaring the living shit out of me, Ginger hedged. “I seriously like looking at you. You are one hot hunk of cowboy manflesh, Kane McKay.”
Kane blushed. “Dammit, Red, knock it off.”
“You can’t take a compliment any more easily than I can ask for help.” She framed his ruggedly handsome face in her hands. “I say, ‘you are gorgeous’ and you say, ‘thank you’—go on let’s try it. Kane, you are gorgeous.”
“I am not gorgeous,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Yes, you are. And you are one of those men who looks better as he ages. You are beautiful. Not just here.” She stroked his cheekbone with her thumbs. “Inside too.”
He kissed her then. With such sweet surrender she felt tears prickling the back of her eyelids. She felt him get hard again. He rocked into her as he kissed her. Their mouths weren’t apart for any longer than a second or two, as they remained locked together, lost in each other. The waves of pleasure didn’t crash over them, but built slowly, sweetly, until they were swept away.
After lolling in the moment, Kane withdrew and rolled to his back. He kept holding her hand and kissed her knuckles. “So you warmed up?”
“Uh-huh. And sleepy.”
“We’ve got nowhere to be. Go ahead and take a little nap if you want.”
Ginger snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest. “Will you stay with me?”
“Yep.”
“Red. Wake up. Hayden’s on the phone.”
She jackknifed, completely disoriented. “What?”
“Your cell rang and I answered it. Hope you don’t mind but I didn’t want you to miss the call.” He handed her phone over.
“Hello?”
“Mom? Guess what? We’re snowed in and the hotel has a pool and an elevator and me’n Anton and Ky are in the same room! And tomorrow morning there’s breakfast and this is such a blast!”
She smiled and slid up the headboard. “You’re okay? You’re not scared of the storm or anything?”
“Mom. I’m not a baby.”
“I know. But I was scared when I heard your class was stuck in Casper.”
“But it’s totally cool. Mrs. Dunnigan let me use her cell phone to call you and I gotta go so Anton can call his mom and dad next.” His voice dropped. “Love you, Mommy.”
“Love you too,” she said to the dial tone.
“So Hayden’s all right?”
“He’s having the time of his life.”
Kane sat on the bed. “Are you all right?”
She liked that he sensed her melancholy. “I guess. I’m not away from him very often. Kind of makes me…” She didn’t know what it made her. Not the type of parent who lived vicariously through her kid.
“Makes you an awesome mother. Are you hungry? I heated up some chili.”
“Sounds good. But I need clothes.”
Kane handed her a pair of black sweat pants, a plaid flannel shirt and a pair of white athletic socks.
“Here you go, but there is one condition.”
“Which is?”
His fingertip trailed across the tops of her br**sts. “No bra while you’re wearin’ my shirt.”
“Why not?”
“I like the idea of bein’ able to pop these buttons anytime I want and putting my hands on them. Or my mouth on them.”
“That is a good idea.” Ginger dressed and found Kane in the kitchen, talking to his dog. She leaned against the doorway to the living room. A pang of loneliness spiked in her gut. She had two people to come home to every night. Kane had his dog. Was he lonely?
Aren’t you sometimes? Even when you’re rarely alone?
He turned toward her with a sheepish grin. “And yes, before you ask, Shep does answer me back.” He looked at the dog. “Shep. Speak your mind.”
Shep barked.
“See?”
Ginger laughed.
After they ate and finished the dishes, Kane gave her a considering look.
“What?”
“Anything in particular you wanna do tonight? We are sort of limited for entertainment options. I doubt the satellite is workin’ in this weather, so TV is out.”