Kane Read online Sawyer Bennett (Arizona Vengeance #8)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Arizona Vengeance Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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Maybe it’s the insecurities I’ve been facing since Matthew’s attack, or perhaps it’s the fact that I’m tired of being untethered in a vast, cold world, but, at this moment, Kane feels like the most right thing I could ever hope to possess.

Even if for only a short, beautiful time.

In Kane’s bedroom, he lowers me to the floor and breaks our kiss only to drag my blouse over my head. My arms go up, making the task easier for him, and then he’s working at my bra. His movements are deft and sure. My brain seems like it’s filled with champagne bubbles when cool air hit my breasts as he strips me bare.

My hands work at the bottom of his t-shirt, trying to make the same suave move so I can have access to the skin on his chest, but he’s too big. Plus, the way he’s kissing me has me fumbling around.

“Kane,” I manage to mutter as I turn my face away from his.

“Don’t talk, Mollie,” he growls, his hands coming to my face and his eyes boring into mine. “You’ll talk us out of this.”

I shake my head. “I won’t. But get your damned shirt off, okay?”

Kane grins the most beautiful smile I think I’ve ever seen before he whips that useless piece of cotton off. Suddenly, I’m staring at true male glory before me—firm pecs, a smattering of hair in the middle, and a rock-hard abdomen complete with the happiest of happy trails leading into his shorts.

My hands move right to the waistband of his athletic shorts, trying to push them past his hips and over the erection I already see straining there. Yet again, I fumble and can’t seem to do a damn thing right, my desire causing a disconnect in my ability.

Kane bats my hands away, murmuring, “Slow down, Molls. I got this.”

And he does.

By first concentrating on getting me naked. I’m wearing a summer skirt that has an elastic band. He drops to his knees, pulling the soft material down my legs. My fingers go to his head, dipping into the soft black locks, and I’m mesmerized by his expression as he stares at the lacy panties covering my crotch. My heart nearly explodes when his hands go to my ass. He pulls me right into his face, pressing his hot mouth over my mound.

“Jesus,” I gasp as he blows warm breath through the lace. I swear I almost come right there.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmurs with his mouth against me.

I blush, not from his words, but from the knowledge I’ve also thought of him doing this to me. When we’d had sex before, it was rough and tumble, a fun spin in the sack that was urgent and needy.

But Kane’s gaze and touch speak to a desire for intimacy we just didn’t share that one night long ago.

Once again, he works his magic, and his hands have my panties down my legs. I step out, at the same time kicking off my sandals as I brace my hands on his shoulders for leverage.

And the moment I’m completely naked, I’m hoisted into his arms, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, and he’s falling backward onto the bed with me coming to a spread-eagled landing on his lower stomach.

Kane gazes up at my face a moment, hands at my hips, and we just hold each other’s eyes. I don’t know what he’s feeling in his heart, but there’s nothing but the absolute rightness of this moment in mine.

The power in his arms is put to good use as he manages to sort of lift and drag me up to his chest, his eyes now dropping to my pussy, which is throbbing and spread wide.

For some reason, my knees dig into his shoulders, not understanding what he wants. When he gives a rough jerk, I’m straddling his face before I know what’s happening.

One hand flies out, grabs onto the headboard just as his head lifts so he can cover me with his mouth. He brings a large hand to my ass to hold me in place.

“Fuck,” I cry out, my head falling backward. My hips jerk and grind as Kane’s tongue presses upward into me, and I feel an immediate orgasm starting to brew.

I’ve had my fair share of no-limits sex acts before, but never once have I been manhandled like a rag doll, insistent on getting me to sit right on his face.

Kane’s hand digs hard into my hips, and he starts to feast on my pussy. He fucks me with his tongue, laves at my clit, and growls against the sensitive folds. It causes my legs to start shaking.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” I start chanting. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt anything this good in my entire life.


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