Since I Saw You (19 page)

“We had a legitimate reason to get into contact with Phoebe,” she said softly. “It has nothing to do with spying on you. It was Ian’s idea, and his intentions were very good.”

“Tell me,” Kam demanded.

“No.”

His eyebrows shot up at her firm refusal. Her small smile widened as a storm cloud crossed his bold features. “If it’s got to do with Phoebe, it must have to do with Angus. There’s no other good reason for you all to be contacting Phoebe. Is my dog all right?”

“As far as I know, Angus is doing very well.” He gave her a fierce look that she perfectly read as
Well then
,
what’s the problem?

“It’s a surprise. And you’ll find out soon enough, so don’t badger me to tell you.” For a few taut seconds, his expression darkened. She raised her eyebrows in a cool challenge. Triumph soared through her when she saw his irritation melt. Her smugness was short lived, however. Her breath hitched when Kam’s hands slid lower. Had she forgotten she was standing in front of him wearing only a bra? No, it wasn’t that she’d forgotten. She’d been electrically aware of the fact the whole time. Being naked in front of him made her feel . . . not
comfortable
exactly. She was too excited for that. But it did feel
right.

He molded her upper arms into his palms.

“So Phoebe isn’t a serious thing,” she said softly. “Has there ever been? Anyone serious?”

“Why?” he asked, his gaze dipping over her image in the mirror. Her nipples tightened into hard crests behind the fabric of her black silk bra.

“Because I’m curious about you,” Lin replied without a trace of defensiveness. His stare flicked from her belly to her hips, lingering on her pussy, before it returned to her face. How did just one of his glances set a spark to her blood?

“There was a woman named Diana,” he rasped. “In London. For almost four years.”

“Did you love her?”

For a few seconds, she thought he wasn’t going to respond.

“I thought I did. And she thought she loved me. Turned out, we were both in love with somebody that wasn’t really there.”

Lin nodded in silent understanding.

He stepped an inch closer so that she felt his hard torso through the fabric of his shirt and his fly bumped against her tailbone. She inhaled the smell of soap and male skin and something else.

Arousal.

“What about you?” he asked, his deep, rough voice a scraping caress on her neck.

“Have I ever been in love?” Lin clarified.

He nodded. Their gazes clung. He slid two fingers up the slope of her shoulder and pressed them gently against her thrumming pulse in a quiet challenge.

“Yes,” she replied.

“And? What happened?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” she whispered. “He was someone else’s, never mine.”

The words seemed to hang in the air between them. Her panties fell to the floor as she reached for his hand with both of hers. She lifted it from her pulse and pressed her mouth to his palm, holding his stare in the mirror the whole time. He flexed his hips ever so slightly, letting her feel his arousal at her gesture.

“Do you suppose this is some kind of magical, truth-telling mirror?” she asked him, smiling.

His hands drifted to the outside of her ribs. He moved them downward, detailing the shape of her waist and hips. She felt his cock stiffen against her skin, and a thrill went through her, the sure knowledge that she pleased him. He lowered his head and nuzzled her temple. “If it is, I’ve got nothing to hide,” he said, his deep voice roughening the skin on her neck. One large hand swept between her thighs, cupping her sex. She exhaled shakily and tilted her head back on his chest. He met her stare.

“Can you say the same, Lin?” he rasped.

H
e’d turned the tables on her so effortlessly.

“Oh,”
she sighed when he worked the ridge of his forefinger between her sex lips, rubbing and agitating the sensitive flesh there. She could tell from his easy glide she was very wet. All the arousal and tension she’d been experiencing since Kam had touched her body earlier as he gathered data erupted from a simmer to a burn.

“Answer me,” he urged, even as the movements of his lips on her neck and his relentless finger made focus nearly impossible. He grabbed a bare buttock and squeezed it lasciviously, still stimulating her clit. “Is
this
what you want from me? What you need?”

She gasped when he released her ass cheek and spanked it firmly. Once. Twice. Her eyelids flew open. The smacking sound of flesh against flesh seemed to echo in her ears. He stared at her in the mirror, one hand buried between her thighs, the other cupping her ass. His cock had turned steel hard where it pressed against the base of her spine.

“If that’s what you’re offering. Yes,” she replied.

He opened a hand on her belly and pushed her against him. “I’m offering, all right,” he muttered before he bent and took a bite from her neck.

It was all he was offering. She knew this, but she didn’t care. Not in that moment, she didn’t. She gasped and shivered, instinctively squirming her body against his arousal. He cursed softly and swatted her ass again, the cracking sound exciting her further. She made a sound of misery when he lifted his hand from her pussy, but he shushed her quietly. He grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on the granite counter top.

“Bend over and stay still,” he ordered darkly.

She took the position, watching him avidly in the large mirror as he bent down over her, continuing to sample the skin of her shoulders and back. His hands bracketed her hips, making a sensual circling motion. He scraped his teeth against her spine and cupped her bottom in both hands.

“Sweetest ass I’ve ever seen,” he murmured distractedly. She moaned when he took a tender bite at the side of her ribs. He squeezed her bottom lewdly, ratcheting up her excitement. His hand shifted, cupping both ass cheeks at once from below, encompassing so much of her with his hold.

“Kam,” she whimpered when he sent a long finger into her slit from behind. It felt wonderful. She wriggled her hips, trying to increase the stimulation. He dropped behind her. She couldn’t see him in the mirror, but she felt his warm breath against a buttock. She gasped at the sensation of his whiskers abrading the tender skin of her ass, his firm lips pressing. He kissed and bit at the flesh exploring her, his manner somehow both gentle and greedy at once. She bit her lip, a moan vibrating in her throat. After making a quick meal of her ass, he stood again behind her and popped a buttock again with his free hand, sending a finger high into her slit. She made a surprised sound in her throat. Her muscles tightened around his thrusting finger.

“Look at me,” he said.

Her gaze flew up to meet his in the mirror.
“Je te veux tellement.”
She understood French better than she spoke it, but even if she hadn’t comprehended his words, she would have seen the sharp truth in his blazing eyes.
I want you so much.

He continued to finger-fuck her, this time more strenuously, his entire arm moving. Her mouth fell open when the wet sound of him moving in her flesh hit her ears.

“That’s right. So wet. So tight.” He lifted his free hand and spanked her bottom again. “Does that make you hotter?” he asked, almost as if to himself, as if he was running a little experiment. She bit her lower lip helplessly. He swatted her again. It didn’t hurt, but it tingled and burned beneath his hand. And something about his deliberate spanks as he watched her left her speechless with arousal.

“You’re not going to tell me with your mouth? It doesn’t matter. I can feel the truth. Oh yeah,” he muttered, sounding satisfied. “You’re getting even wetter. Hotter.” He spanked her again, pausing to shape a buttock to his big hand. “Nice and hot. Everywhere,” he added thickly, his gaze dropping to her ass. “Little kitten likes a good spanking.”

She quaked and moaned. One of his fingers slid between her labia, rubbing her slick clit. He spanked her again and she shut her eyes at the illicit, erotic beauty of him in the mirror.

Of them.

She suddenly felt his fingers slip beneath her bra strap, and it sprung open. Kam hastily shoved the bra down her arms. She tried to lift her hands to get the garment off her wrists, but he muttered, “Don’t move. Just leave it.”

He pushed closer suddenly, both of his hands firmly holding her hips in place. He pressed his thighs and crotch against her. She could clearly feel the outline of his erection pulsing against her lower back. He held her in place. It was a salacious pose, unapologetically so. He slid his hands up her nude body, keeping her pressed tight against his hard thighs and throbbing cock, and took both of her bare breasts in his hands.

“Lean up a few inches,” he commanded. She straightened slightly, so that she was still bent at the waist and leaning over, but granting both of them a view in the mirror.

For a lung-burning moment, he massaged her breasts in his hands, pinching lightly at the nipples, his flagrant arousal resonating into her skin. She couldn’t unglue her gaze from the vision of his big hands on her breasts, his skin so much darker than the pale globes he shaped and molded to his palms. Both of them watched his movements avidly. He squeezed both nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them subtly, forcing them into further pronouncement. He lifted both breasts and jiggled the taut flesh, catching it again in his cupping hands. She made a wild, helpless sound in her throat. The next thing she knew, he was lifting her. She started in surprise.

“Wha—”

“Shh,” he soothed. “Put your knees up on the counter and lean forward, that’s right. Put your forearms against the mirror and brace yourself. It’ll be okay. It’s mounted securely, I checked it earlier because it’s so large, and I was curious how they’d attached it. That thing isn’t moving.”

She did what he said. She hardly recognized the naked, wanton woman in the mirror. The reflection of her face was only inches away. Her skin looked dewy and flushed, her eyes enormous, her thrusting breasts heaving in excitement. Her eyes widened even more when she felt Kam part her buttocks and lean down.

“Oh my” spilled shakily out of her throat when he matter-of-factly spread her labia as well and slid his tongue onto her clit. Her expression tightened as if she were in pain, but it was the direct opposite. His agile tongue and firm lips conferred the most distilled form of pleasure. His depthless confidence was again in full evidence. He knew exactly what he was doing in this manner of lovemaking and wasn’t afraid to show it. It was unprecedented in her experience. Nothing compared. Her clit sizzled beneath his agitating tongue. She no longer knew what she stared at in the mirror just inches from her face. Every nerve cell in her body was lit up with electricity, sparking and firing.

He spread her buttocks and outer sex wider, pressing more firmly to her. Again, she had that feeling of being split wide open beneath the onslaught of him, exposed . . .

. . . exquisitely desired.

His head moved back and forth as he lashed at her and simultaneously provided a firm, gentle suction. Her clit sizzled under his ruthless tongue. His obvious hunger battered at her awareness, unceasing and ruthless.

She cried out sharply moments later as orgasm slammed into her. He continued to eat her, his zeal never relenting. In fact, her pleasure seemed to amplify his ardor, as if he could actually swallow her bliss, and did so greedily.

Lin’s head sagged beneath her bracing forearms, her ragged breathing causing a patch of appearing and disappearing vapor on the surface of the mirror. She was vaguely aware of Kam rising behind her, a giant, awesome male presence. His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her. She whimpered.

“Shhh,
mon petit chaton
,” he soothed, even though his own voice was rough and thick with arousal. “Bend over the counter and brace yourself. I will have my pleasure of you now.”

He swatted her bottom firmly, the swift spank like a miniature electric jolt to her satiated brain. She bent over the counter as he’d instructed, exposing her ass and pussy. She saw him fumbling with and jerking at his clothing behind her.
I will have my pleasure of you now
. Her sex clenched tight in excitement. He was going to push that beautiful, big cock into her, stretch her, make her take it all again and again . . .

He didn’t fuck her immediately, however. Instead, he spanked her bottom several more times with a taut palm, creating arousing cracks to echo off the bathroom walls. Lin gasped, stunned at how the burn on her ass cheeks so quickly transferred to her clit, making it simmer in sympathy. She stared at Kam in the mirror, spellbound by the vision of his tight features as he squeezed an ass cheek and then spanked her again.

“Ooh” popped out of her throat. He glanced up at her with a white-hot gleam in his eyes. Holding her stare in the mirror, he swatted the underside of a buttock briskly, then paused to rub and soothe the punished flesh.

“Is this honest enough for you, Lin?”

“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m going to show you more honesty,” he assured. He reached around her and pumped several times at one of two bottles that sat side by side on the sink. She caught a whiff of a fruity scent and realized it was a hand lotion placed there to use following washing. Suddenly he was moving his hand back and forth between his legs. She went still, arousal spiking through just as hot and potent as it had before. He was rubbing the lotion on his cock, lubing it. She couldn’t see the full image of him because her own body blocked it in the mirror.

He put a hand on her rib cage, halting her when she strained to watch him. She gave a frustrated cry. What sane woman wouldn’t want to view such an exciting vision of Kam rubbing lubrication on his cock? He seemed determined to deny her the treat, however.

“Put your forearms on the counter and rest your forehead on top of them,” he instructed gruffly. She hesitated, meeting his stare in the mirror. In that position, she would be fully denied the erotic image of him. It was the equivalent of blindfolding her. And what was he going to do? He’d lubricated himself with the lotion. Her heart began to pound very fast. He wasn’t going to—

“I told you I would have my pleasure of you, and I will. But I know you said you were a little sore still,” he murmured, low and seductive, interrupting her anxious excitement. Again, she saw his arm moving as he jacked himself slowly and deliberately while he watched her. She bit her lip to cut off a whimper. Why did those words arouse her so much? “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but . . .”

“This isn’t the kind of lubrication that should be used for that. I’m not going to do that. Not now,” he added baldly, and she realized he’d read her anxiety about him putting his cock into her ass. Heat rushed into her cheeks. A small smile pulled at his lips, and Lin felt herself melting.
Oh no
. What was happening to her?

“Now, take the position,” he dared quietly.

She lowered her head, but slowly, giving her time to see the slight snarl that pulled at his lips when she followed his instructions.

“You have the most incredible eyes,” she heard him say before she placed her forehead on her forearm, blinding herself from him.

He spanked her bottom several times, making her skin prickle and heat. “Let’s make this ass nice and hot,” she heard him say thickly. He parted the cheeks and she felt the cool air tickle her wet pussy, perineum, and asshole. Her eyes sprung wide as she stared blindly down at the specks in the granite countertop. He grunted, low and harsh. Then he was swatting her again, this time getting at the tender, hidden skin deeper in the crack.

“Kam,” she cried shakily, undone by the intimacy of what he was doing.

“Shhh, try to relax. I’m not going to hurt you, and you will be giving me so much pleasure. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she assured fiercely. A shudder went through her when she felt his heavy, warm cock drop into the widened crack of her ass. She could feel the lubricated shaft pulse next to her sensitive asshole. She clamped her eyelids shut. How much more of this intensely intimate touching could she take? A whimper escaped her constricted lungs when he used his hands to bunch her buttocks around his burrowed cock. He flexed, his harsh groan of pleasure tearing right through her.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” he grated out as he dragged his cock down through the valley of flesh he’d created between her buttocks. He immediately pushed it back again, the lotion providing an easy glide, until she felt his balls press tight against her lower bottom. For several tense moments, he thrust back and forth between the crack of her ass, squeezing her buttocks around his cock as he fucked her flesh in a pistonlike fashion. She didn’t mean to make a sound—she was too busy focusing her entire attention on the illicit sensation of his fat cockhead burrowing up between her ass cheeks and rubbing against her spine—but apparently a shaky moan escaped from her throat. He paused, still clutching her buttocks around his cock.

“I know this can’t be giving you any pleasure,” he muttered, his voice sounding thick, his breathing erratic. “But it feels so good. I’m not trying to humiliate you, though. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,”
she said, biting her lip when she realized how emphatic she’d sounded. She squeezed her eyelids shut, suddenly glad he’d told her to put her head down. “It’s not humiliating. It’s . . .”

“What?” he demanded tautly, and she could easily imagine his intense expression in that moment, the one he got when he caught the whiff of something being withheld and went in for the kill.

“Turning me on.”

He groaned gutturally at her shaky admission and immediately began plunging his cock between her squeezed buttocks again. His thrusts became more forceful and strident, the sound of his pelvis thumping against her ass synchronizing with Lin’s heartbeat in her ears. Her pussy clamped tight, growing achy. Needy. She longed to feel him thrusting so eagerly into her sex . . . her mouth . . . anywhere. But it was a sweetness unlike anything she’d known before to have her body giving him such a hot, forbidden pleasure, to hear his feral grunts and moans. Even if she wasn’t sharing in the sharpness of his bliss, she loved being a part of it . . .