And it was divine.

“You. In my hot tub. Now.” He lunged for me and he was fast, faster than I could move away. I was swooped up and over his shoulder—another way he showed his strength. It didn’t matter my size or my weight, Kane could always put me exactly where he wanted me.

“Kane!” I cried out as his hand slid up the back of my thighs. His hand drifted higher until he found the thin strip of the fabric of my thong and slid his fingers beneath. “Oh God.” I groaned as he found my center. Hot. Wet. Always for him.

He slapped the button at the side of the garage door and as it opened, he turned, his teeth scraped across my now bare backside, and I shivered so hard he tightened his grip.

“You’re always so wet. Such a fucking turn-on, Em.”

Whenever he touched me, I was, definitely.

He stepped outside, and the burning sun and scorching heat hit my ass, making me push up, hands at his backside, and glance around. “It’s daytime.”

“No one will see us.”

He kicked off his shoes as he carried me toward the hot tub, and in another quick squat and swoop of his, I was back on my feet, wobbling from the quick change, and hair was all over my face. I pushed it back and stared up at the man as he was dropping his suit pants to the ground, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“You going to take off that bikini or make me do it?” He snapped his teeth together, making him look terrifyingly delicious.

“Hmm.” I tapped my finger to my lips. Considering. Both had their pros, but as Kane stripped down to his briefs and then was only in his God-given glorious skin, teasing ended.

I’d woken the beast, and he was going to make me pay. Yes.

I slipped off my thong, goose bumps pebbling as the cool fabric slid down my legs and reached behind me to untie the top. One quick tug at the back and I pulled the rest of it over my head, throwing it at Kane.

He caught it easily and stepped toward me. His erection was already thick and long, and I reached down and wrapped my hand around it.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my whole entire fucking life,” he groaned as I applied pressure, and dropped his head to my shoulder, where his teeth met my skin. He bit enough to cause a sharp sting of pain, not enough to leave a mark, and his hands went to my waist where he guided me back into the hot tub until steamy water lapped around my ankles, my knees, and then my waist.

“I want you. All the goddamn time. You’re all I think about. On the road, before games. After games. Fuck, Em.”

He stared up at me, sunshine at my back shading his face, and his expression stole my breath, and made my legs tremble. There was a seriousness there, a surprise almost like he hadn’t known he was going to admit it.