Page 68 of Kane

It’s not soft or sweet; nor is it nervous and unsure.

It’s a statement, a fact.

Like he owns my mouth, and I shouldn’t forget it.

Not that I could.

I kiss him back with equal ferocity, meeting his tongue with mine before he breaks away and says, “Thank you.”

My heart skips a beat as heat floods my cheeks. There we stand in my doorway, in our socks, amidst the fresh puddles of melted snow and rain.

“For what?” I ask, breathlessly.

Kane kisses me once more, this time softer, but there’s a hunger that can’t be ignored. I kiss him back and then he does something I don’t expect. He grabs me by my thighs and picks me up like a fucking sack of potatoes, and I yelp in surprise.

But my legs wrap around him without question, like they were made to be there.

“You know what a safeword is?” he mutters, his eyes dark and glassy, and I know it’s not from the wine we drank at dinner because we barely had two glasses.

I nod. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

He lets out a grunt, one hand rubbing along my thigh, underneath my ass.

My cock hardens instantly and I don’t fight the moan.

“Good,” he says darkly.

“Peanut butter,” I mutter, like it’s the sexiest thing in the world and not the most distinguishing thing ever created. “My safe word is peanut butter.”

Kane laughs, and the motion pulls his lips up, exposing his perfect teeth.

“Of course it is,” he says as he kisses me and slams me against the back of the door. My cock twitches with need as I groan into his mouth, forcing my tongue into his.

My hands reach for his hair, needing to feel the silky locks in my fist.

It takes all of my concentration to stop, to pull away and look in his eyes because I know I can’t go any further until he tells me his. I could, of course, but I won’t.

Because as badly as I want Kane right now, I want to do this right. If he knows what a safeword is, chances are he might have some kinks, himself, which makes me happier than it should.

How did I get this lucky?

“What’s yours?” I ask, my voice thick with lust.

“Huh?”

“Your safeword, Kane,” I breathe. “What is it?”

His eyes search mine, and I think for a moment he’s going to pull away. Change his mind. Tell me to wait.

It’d be okay if he did, but… I hope he doesn’t.

I hope he knows he can trust me.

“Rose,” he whispers, his eyes glittering with what I swear look like tears.

“Thank you,” I say as I kiss him, and when he kisses me back, it’s with a dominant possessiveness that makes my entire body go limp.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” he says.