“It’s my favorite room at the museum,” I confess with a soft smile. “Whenever I’m feeling like my muse is a bitch and on vacation, I go there and sit. I look at the glass and breathe it in. And every single time, my muse comes back to me.”
“I’m sorry that I was abrupt when I first saw you.” He takes my hand and kisses my fingers. “You took my breath away, and I wasn’t ready for it.”
“I was a girl in yoga pants with my hair in a ponytail scribbling on a pad.”
“The intensity in your eyes, in every line of your body, was something to behold.” He steps out of the car and circles the hood to open my door for me. Without a word, he leads me through his front door and turns on the lights.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.
The space is full of color. Pillows, art on the walls, rugs on the floor, all full of color. And the wooden accents aren’t honey but weathered barn wood in light grey. It’s absolutely beautiful.
Not sterile. Not modern.
Cozy.
“This is a lovely room,” I say, suddenly shy. I’m in Kane O’Callaghan’s house. And we all know where this is going to lead.
He doesn’t have time to reply before a big yellow dog lumbers in from the back of the house, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, clearly excited to see his human.
“This is Murphy.”
“Oh, hello, sweet boy.” Murphy hurries over to say hello, and we both enjoy a good back scratch. “Aren’t you the handsomest ever?”
“And he knows it.”
Kane takes my hand and leads me up the staircase, down a hallway, and into his master bedroom. The windows are wide and uncovered. I’m sure the view is staggering when the sun is up.
With no neighbors about, there’s no need to cover that view.
Murphy followed us, but with a hand command, the dog lays on a dog bed in the corner of the room.
Kane turns on the light beside the bed and then moves to me, walking slowly but purposefully.
“I’ve wanted you here, in my bed,” he murmurs as his hand glides down my arm and he links his fingers with mine. “I’ve wanted to watch the way the moonlight dances over your skin. Hear you moan as I do things to you.”
“I like it when you do things to me.”
His lips press to my neck, and I feel him smile at my confession.
“It’s a pleasure to make your breath catch. To watch your eyes dilate. You’ve the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen, Anastasia.”
“And you have the most amazing green ones, Kane.”
He kisses along my jaw. Finally, his lips cover mine. There’s no hesitation as he sinks into me, his tongue taking a taste of my lips, his teeth scraping over my skin.
God, I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in all my life. This man doesn’t just seduce. He puts me in a lusty trance. He’s introduced me to yearnings I’ve never had before.
And I’m no virgin.
But being with Kane is intense.
He grips the hem of my sweater and tugs it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My bra quickly follows it.
Before I know it, I’m standing in the middle of the room, naked. And he’s still fully dressed.
Last time, he took control and wouldn’t let me explore his body the way he did mine. And as wonderful as it was, I’m determined that we won’t repeat that this time.
I reach for the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them slowly, one at a time. After each one is loose, I press a kiss to the skin I’ve uncovered.
“I didn’t get to do this last time,” I whisper as I pull the shirt out of his trousers.
“Do what?”
“Take my time with you the way you did with me.” I kiss him just below his navel. His stomach quivers, making me bold. I push a finger behind the waistband of his pants and feel the tip of his already hard cock. “You seem to be turned on.”
“A man would have to be dead to not want to ride you into the mattress right now.”
I smile and squat in front of him, slowly lowering the zipper and unfastening his trousers. When they fall down his hips and pool at his feet, his heavy cock falls forward.
“No underwear.” I grin up at him.
He doesn’t reply, just watches me with those hot, green eyes. His hands are in fists, his whole body tight with barely contained lust.
With my hands resting on his thighs for balance, I lean in and lick him from root to tip, enjoying the musky taste of him.
“Christ Jesus, I’ll make a fool of myself.”
He grips only my shoulders and pulls me up, then lifts me off the floor and takes me to his massive bed.