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was palpable. She made a sound. He sent a glance her way. Her hands covered her mouth, and her eyes were especially wide. Intensely blue, even through the haze of vapor between them. He didn’t know what her expression meant. She could be awed and impressed.
Or frightened.
Kane looked down to finish disrobing. He shoved the trunks down his thighs with brutal moves. Shimmied them off his knees. They fell to his ankles. A kick sent the garment sailing out into the shower room. And then, he steeled himself. Wrenched every muscle. Shook in place as his body obeyed. All so he could look toward her again. Withstand something beyond containment. Somehow be gentle and lover-like. When everything wanted to pounce. Grab.
Maul.
He probably resembled an enraged beast.
Exactly like he felt.
The shower wall vibrated along with him. He leaned farther into it, making the frosted glass support him. The move put everything on prominent display. As if he did it purposely. And he wasn’t a small man. Anywhere.
“Are you...for real?”
The words were barely audible. Kane glanced at her again. Then down.
“Last I checked.”
“Oh. Wow.”
A portion of him registered that she didn’t sound frightened. She sounded pretty damned impressed. He would have grinned, if he wasn’t holding so tightly to everything, his body pulled taut like a finely tuned bowstring. Armed and ready to fire.
“Oh. My.”
He watched her reach for him. Felt the connection of her fingers with his abs, and despite the impossibility of it, he pulled them tighter. Bowed backward even more. Launched a low-pitched, agonized-sounding reply into the space.
“Sit.”
He dropped. It wasn’t graceful. It probably should have hurt. The stool shuddered beneath his ass, but held. But he didn’t care. Or feel anything attached to his drop. His eyes widened and his mouth followed. Because she lifted a perfectly curved leg and put it over him. Straddling him. Her fingers wrapped about his dick. Positioned him. And then she lowered her body onto his. All while cooing the sweetest sound in existence.
Kane arched backward, lifting to meet her move. Steam-laden water misted the scene. It upped the moist pleasure that belonged just to this. Her body sucked him in. Caressing. Melding. Massaging every inch as she slowly lowered into place. And then she was there! She gave a soft cry as she engulfed him. Joining her body with his. Fully. Completely.
LeeAnn looked toward him. Her eyelids lowered seductively. That look sent a tremor in its wake. The stool shuddered in concert.
And then she started back up.
Kane grabbed her waist before she got very far. His hands shook as his fingers clamped tight about her. And, he didn’t know how he managed it, but somehow he got his fingers to ease up. Changed his grip to one of guidance, rather than direction. Assistance-giving, not control oriented. Helping her strokes...rather than dictating them.
Again.
And again.
Hot, tight coils of pleasure surrounded him. They gripped so tightly, squeezed so pleasurably, held him in a grasp of wet satin. Every move she made toyed and prolonged. And added. No. It multiplied. Her movements sped up. Her breathing became more strident. Kane tightened his grip and used it to pump her. Up. Back down. Each thrust going deeper. Harder. Carrying more power, his efforts assisted and enhanced by the continual shower of water that hit his head and shoulders, and sent droplets spraying from there. Turning the scene into a fantastical vista of glistening perfection.
He helped her lift again.
Thrust back down.
Again.
And again.
And so many times! Her gasps for breath grew heavy with moans. Her skin rosier. The temperature hotter. Steamier. And then she went into a tight series of piston-quick motions atop him. Her breasts bounced in accompaniment. Her screams filled the enclosure.
And Kane lost control of everything.
The stool wasn’t constructed for this kind of use. He felt it crack beneath
Or frightened.
Kane looked down to finish disrobing. He shoved the trunks down his thighs with brutal moves. Shimmied them off his knees. They fell to his ankles. A kick sent the garment sailing out into the shower room. And then, he steeled himself. Wrenched every muscle. Shook in place as his body obeyed. All so he could look toward her again. Withstand something beyond containment. Somehow be gentle and lover-like. When everything wanted to pounce. Grab.
Maul.
He probably resembled an enraged beast.
Exactly like he felt.
The shower wall vibrated along with him. He leaned farther into it, making the frosted glass support him. The move put everything on prominent display. As if he did it purposely. And he wasn’t a small man. Anywhere.
“Are you...for real?”
The words were barely audible. Kane glanced at her again. Then down.
“Last I checked.”
“Oh. Wow.”
A portion of him registered that she didn’t sound frightened. She sounded pretty damned impressed. He would have grinned, if he wasn’t holding so tightly to everything, his body pulled taut like a finely tuned bowstring. Armed and ready to fire.
“Oh. My.”
He watched her reach for him. Felt the connection of her fingers with his abs, and despite the impossibility of it, he pulled them tighter. Bowed backward even more. Launched a low-pitched, agonized-sounding reply into the space.
“Sit.”
He dropped. It wasn’t graceful. It probably should have hurt. The stool shuddered beneath his ass, but held. But he didn’t care. Or feel anything attached to his drop. His eyes widened and his mouth followed. Because she lifted a perfectly curved leg and put it over him. Straddling him. Her fingers wrapped about his dick. Positioned him. And then she lowered her body onto his. All while cooing the sweetest sound in existence.
Kane arched backward, lifting to meet her move. Steam-laden water misted the scene. It upped the moist pleasure that belonged just to this. Her body sucked him in. Caressing. Melding. Massaging every inch as she slowly lowered into place. And then she was there! She gave a soft cry as she engulfed him. Joining her body with his. Fully. Completely.
LeeAnn looked toward him. Her eyelids lowered seductively. That look sent a tremor in its wake. The stool shuddered in concert.
And then she started back up.
Kane grabbed her waist before she got very far. His hands shook as his fingers clamped tight about her. And, he didn’t know how he managed it, but somehow he got his fingers to ease up. Changed his grip to one of guidance, rather than direction. Assistance-giving, not control oriented. Helping her strokes...rather than dictating them.
Again.
And again.
Hot, tight coils of pleasure surrounded him. They gripped so tightly, squeezed so pleasurably, held him in a grasp of wet satin. Every move she made toyed and prolonged. And added. No. It multiplied. Her movements sped up. Her breathing became more strident. Kane tightened his grip and used it to pump her. Up. Back down. Each thrust going deeper. Harder. Carrying more power, his efforts assisted and enhanced by the continual shower of water that hit his head and shoulders, and sent droplets spraying from there. Turning the scene into a fantastical vista of glistening perfection.
He helped her lift again.
Thrust back down.
Again.
And again.
And so many times! Her gasps for breath grew heavy with moans. Her skin rosier. The temperature hotter. Steamier. And then she went into a tight series of piston-quick motions atop him. Her breasts bounced in accompaniment. Her screams filled the enclosure.
And Kane lost control of everything.
The stool wasn’t constructed for this kind of use. He felt it crack beneath
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