Kane (BBW Billionaire Romance) by Christa Wick Read Free Book Online Page B

but kept her legs spread and her nightclothes lifted high.
    “I need you in my bed,” he growled with a nip at her throat. “Tell me ‘yes.’”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    She released her tight grip on the clothes and then he bent and scooped her up, his mouth bearing down on hers, his tongue probing as his cock protested its need to be buried deep inside the hot folds he had just fingered.
    Down the hall he carried her, past the guest room to the master suite. He pushed the door inward with his foot, his speed increasing with each step until he had Daniella on her back, a shocked laugh escaping her as she bounced and then he landed on top of her.
    He jerked her clothes up over her hips, one hand kneading and caressing her thighs as he kissed her again.
    “You’re staying,” he ordered, asking her to agree to more than she could understand at that moment—to more than he could put into words.
    He wanted her, not for the night or the weekend or the week.
    “Yes,” she answered. “And so are you.”
    He smiled then bit gently at her lip, his teeth keeping hold and tugging before he released her and soothed the small dent in her flesh with the tip of his tongue.
    Pulling back onto his knees, he stripped her panties away then moved forward to press his torso against Daniella’s and whisper in her ear.
    “I want to see you.”
    He felt the hesitation, remembered the anxiety he had seen in the kitchen.
    “Don’t you want to see me, too?” he teased, his lips playing along her throat.
    When she mewled her consent, he reached over and tapped the base of the lamp once so that a soft glow lit her body. Meeting her sparkling gray gaze, he stared and read the vulnerability and shyness. Dipping his head, he brushed his nose along her cheek, near her mouth, then ghosted his lips over hers.
    Still trapped inside his pajama pants, Kane’s cock tapped against the material, eager to emerge. Realizing there wasn’t a single condom in the penthouse because he never brought women home, Kane buried his face against Daniella’s neck, his rough beard producing a shiver and a delighted giggle from the woman beneath him.
    The sound steamrolled across his body.
    Don’t want a condom, his cock proclaimed as the fat crown bullied its way past the waistband of his pants.
    What about what Dani wants?
    Convince her, it argued around the dribble of pre-cum that beaded at its tip. Convince her, drive her crazy, make her go wild.
    The tightness in his chest easing, Kane looked at the woman whose simple presence had him ready to break all his rules.
    “Dani, baby—I need you naked.”

    * * *
    A rms extended over her head , Daniella let Trent strip the nightgown from her body. Not counting her doctor, she hadn’t been exposed to a man like this in almost three years. And only once before, her first time, had she felt so vulnerable or excited.
    Her body managed to tingle and shake simultaneously until she met Trent’s gaze and melted onto the mattress.
    A gentle smiled played across his face. She would have labeled it loving but she wasn’t delusional. There was some attraction between them, she couldn’t deny that. But she would go back to believing in Santa Claus before she would accept there was such a thing as insta-love.
    Seeing that he was just looking at her, his unbuttoned shirt and his pajama bottoms still hiding most of him from her, she tugged at the cuff of his sleeves. He rolled his shoulders, his smile widening, and the shirt came off. His chest was smoother than silk, not a strand of hair on it.
    Her forehead wrinkled and she amended her silky smooth assessment. Reaching up, she ran a finger along a scar that was thin, white and almost as long as her hand.
    “Courtesy of an Iraqi insurgent,” he said. “That was also the day I met Reed.”
    She trailed a finger lower to another long line that started about an inch to the right of his navel and ran a straight line over to his hip.
    “Moscow, rusty end of a broken