KanesBounty (15 page)

It only took a few seconds. Blake asked, “Is there something
you want to tell me, Ms. Cruz? Do you know something about your ex-husband’s
activities that could be of interest to the FBI?”

“I know all of Oscar’s dirty little secrets, Agent Blake.”

The agent’s eye’s widened. Kane could practically see it as
dreams of commendations and promotion saturated Blake’s mind.

“Perhaps we can come to some deal, Ms. Cruz.”

Lena grinned.

* * * * *

He’d showered and now he couldn’t help himself as he stood
in the doorway to the large marble bathroom and watched Lena take a bubble
bath. His entire body stood at attention, including his cock.

He crossed to her and handed her a glass of champagne. “You
were very impressive today.”

She blushed and the pink traveled down to where the swell of
her perfect globes disappeared beneath the bubbles. “Thanks.”

“I mean getting the FBI to agree to your terms of what they
would charge Thorn with is one thing. But this,” he gestured to the room, “is
the work of a master negotiator.”

She was still blushing. “Do you think so?”

“Do you have any idea what this room goes for?”

“Thousands a night.” She sighed and sank deeper into the
tub. “I would have settled for another room, but I’m not complaining. I’m just
so tired of being dirty. We haven’t been comfortable since those few hours in
Mexico and that seems as if it was years ago.”

“It was only a few days.” He knelt down next to the tub,
took a sip of his champagne and watched her. “We’ve only known each other a few
days, Lena.”

She reached up, and with one wet finger, smoothed the crease
between his eyes. “It seems like a lifetime since then.”

“You don’t really know me.”

She smiled. “I know you.”

“I’ve done things.”

“I don’t care.”

“Not today, not now, but you will care someday. I’m not good
enough for you.”

She sat up, frowning. “Maybe the problem is, you don’t
really know me.”

“What do you mean?”

She leaned back again. The bubbles parted and he glimpsed
the dark tips of her tits before they were once again obscured by the bath.
Closing her eyes, she said, “You assume that I want someone who has a
nine-to-five job in some office somewhere. What you don’t seem to understand is
I’ve lived a quiet life with almost no excitement. I love that you’re
unconventional. I need someone who understands the power of a sixth sense. I
want you and now that I’ve found you, no one else will ever be enough.”

If she was trying to kill him with kindness, it was working.
His stomach and chest tightened into painful knots. He wanted to pull her from
the hot water and fuck her on the bathroom floor or jump in the tub and take
her in the water. His doubts kept him kneeling on the outside of the
marble-encased luxury tub. “The darkness you felt in Banta, I have the same in
me.”

“No, you don’t.”

He raised his eyebrows, but her eyes were closed and she
didn’t see. “Why do you say that? You know I killed those soldiers at Thorns.”

Her lids opened, and instead of fear or judgment, he saw
only sympathy in their smoky depths. “Not all of them.”

“No, but two of them.”

“You didn’t have a choice.”

“There is always a choice.” He looked down at the dark veins
in the marble tile.

She sat up, put the champagne glass on the floor, put her
arms along the rim of the tub, one hand on top of the other, and placed her
chin on top of them. “Tell me, why didn’t you kill the others? The ones you
left unconscious.”

He met her gaze. “I didn’t have to kill them.”

Her eyebrows rose high on her forehead. “But you could have.
They may have even deserved to die.”

Hope started to bloom inside his gut. She didn’t care about
the things he’d done. She believed he was good. Kane wasn’t so sure she was
right, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, not to death and not to
her good sense either. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She was
warm and wet as her hands came around his neck. Her fingers toyed with the hair
at the base of his skull. Her kiss was sweet and she tasted of peppermint and
champagne. He’d never be able to get enough of this woman.

“Who was your father?”

She backed away an inch and laughed. “You want to know that
now?”

“I want to know you, Lena.”

Her smile was enough to take his breath away. When she stood
up, he nearly embarrassed himself. “Hand me the towel.” She pointed to where
the item was draped over the cushioned bench a couple of feet away.

It took him a minute to comply. She’d shaved her pussy
smooth and his cock jumped in his jeans, pressing painfully against his fly.
Every inch of her was smooth and curvy. His hands itched to touch her.

“It’s getting cold.” Her smile told him she liked the way he
stood gape-mouthed, staring at her nudity.

He never took his eyes off her, grabbing the towel and
holding it open for her. He’d have preferred she remain naked, but he
definitely would not learn anything about her past if she stayed as she was.

She dried herself and put on one of the large fluffy robes
the hotel supplied to the luxury suite. He could see the laughter in her eyes
and guessed it was because he was still staring at her.

She plucked the hairbrush off the vanity. The hotel had
supplied them with the basic necessities and the FBI had arranged clothes for
them. She really was a master negotiator.

Lena walked into the living area and started pulling the
brush through her long dark hair. As if he were her shadow, he followed behind.

She plunked down on the couch with one leg folded under her
and continued to brush out her wet hair. “When my mother was eighteen, she ran
off to see the world. She landed in Europe and backpacked her way from country
to country. She met my father in Spain. His name was Javier Cruz. They were
married when she became pregnant.” She shrugged. “I guess they were happy. He
died in a motorcycle accident when I was five and we moved back to the US to
live with Gran.”

She put the brush on the coffee table. Kane sat down next to
her and pulled her onto his lap. Immediately she wrapped her arms around his
neck.

“How did your mother die?”

“Cancer. She died three months after her diagnosis.” The
sorrow in her voice created a heaviness the permeated the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They sat there for a long time, holding each other. Her
fingers traced paths along his shoulders and neck. Paths she probably thought
were innocent, but every touch was driving him crazy. If she could feel how
hard his cock was under her round ass, she gave no indication.

The side of her head rested against his. He turned to look
at her and her lips covered his. She nibbled first his top lip and then the
bottom. A low groan sounded from deep in his chest. His body throbbed with
desire.

“Is this why you demanded a room at the Mandarin Oriental?”
he asked.

Her smile was slow and sultry. “Would that be a bad reason?”

He had her on her back in seconds. His knees sank into the
soft cushions of the couch as he straddled her and then leaned down so his face
was not quite touching hers. “It would be an excellent reason.”

She giggled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Her hands caressed up
his back and then down his straining arms. She continued over his pecs, grazing
the nipples. His breath came faster and he pressed his straining cock between
her legs. The hotel robe had fallen open, leaving her completely exposed below
the waist.

She made a noise that was something between a sigh and a
moan. He wanted to hear it again. He slid down her body until his mouth hovered
just above her smooth pussy. His fingers caressed the soft, freshly shaved
mound and down to the tender skin surrounding her slit. “I like this new look.”

“Mmm, I like what you’re doing with your fingers.”

One side of his mouth tipped up in a crooked smile. He slid
one finger between her soft folds and touched her clit with just the slightest
caress.

Her breath caught in a little gasp. It was another noise he
wanted to hear again and again.

He spread her lips so he could see her pink glistening
flesh. “This is so pretty.”

Another little gasp escaped her open mouth. Her head was
thrown back against the arm of the couch. One of her hands was gripping a
pillow and the other rested at the opening of her robe.

Kane reached up and pulled the terrycloth tie at her waist.
The bow came apart easily and one side of the robe fell open, revealing more
warm, creamy skin and one perfectly round breast. Her dark-pink nipple stood
out, ready for attention. Immediately she gripped her tit, tugged on the
sensitive tip and emitted a cry that had his cock jumping.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Lena.” He circled her
clit with one finger.

She gasped. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

He laughed. “I want to make you come. I want you to come so
hard that when you scream, the FBI agent outside the door rushes in to check on
you. I want you to come so many times, the front desk calls for security to ask
us to be quiet.” He slid the same finger up and down between her lips, circled
her clit and dipped the tip inside her wet slit.

Her breath came in short, high-pitched gasps. He didn’t know
if it was his words or his touch, but her body responded completely.

When her mental barrier fell, he felt the nudge against his
own mind. He did nothing to access her thoughts. He added a second finger and
squeezed her clit between the two digits, then pressed the bud before circling
it and sliding the two fingers inside her wetness.

Her head thrashed from side to side and cries and gasps
continued to pour from her mouth.

Suddenly she sat up and grabbed his hand.

He stilled and looked up into her intense dark eyes.

“I don’t want you in my head.”

“I know.” It hurt him when she said it. He wasn’t sure if it
was because she thought he would invade without an invitation or just the sound
of those words coming from her. He didn’t really know why, but her words
injured him.

His pain must have shone in his expression. He kept his hand
stilled with her tight grip. “What you did to help me sleep last night was
amazing and I appreciate it. I trust you, Kane. I love you. I just can’t.”

Lifting his hand away from her pussy, he took her hand and
kissed her fingers. “I know. I will never come to you in any way without an
invitation. I’m happy to have you, no matter what the limitations.”

“You’re disappointed. I can see it in your eyes.” She pulled
her hand away and lay back against the couch. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Shit.” He stood up. “Come here.” He reached down and
offered his hand. It took her a moment, but she took his hand and stood before
him. He then released her hand, undid his fly and stripped out of his jeans
before pushing her robe off her shoulders. They stood completely naked in the
middle of the posh suite’s living room. His cock stood straight out from his
body. Her pussy glistened and her nipples were hard peaks. “I want you to
listen to me very carefully, Lena. I don’t care about being inside your head
unless that’s where you want me to be.”

“But I know you liked it.”

He nodded. “And you liked it too, but that doesn’t mean we
have to do it every time we make love. I don’t demand that you suck my dick
every time we have sex. I can’t imagine you will demand I go down on you or use
a vibrator or any other sex act we enjoy together.”

She blushed and looked down at the carpet.

“I know what you’ve been through. It’s totally
understandable that you want to limit access to your mind right now.”

“It’s hard to keep my walls up when you’re between my legs.”

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His hands cupped her ass cheeks while his cock pressed tightly between their
bodies. He carried her over to the heavy, round dining table on the far side of
the room. He put her down on the edge of the flat surface. “Do you want me,
Lena?”

“Yes.”

“I want to fuck you. You never need to worry that I’ll do
anything you don’t enjoy or want. When we leave this room, you will need to put
those walls up, but in here with me, you never need protection.”

His cock was perched at her entrance. He pressed forward.

Lena cried and gripped his shoulders. “Yes, Kane, yes.”

Her mind was wide open, but he stayed in his own as he
filled her wet pussy. She leaned back on her elbows and he was able to go
deeper and she gave a high scream.

With one hand, he worried one perfect nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. He reared back until only the tip of him was still inside
her. Slowly he filled her again. Her body pulsed around him, tugging him
deeper. He slid all the way out, relishing her wetness and the way her pussy
gripped at him. He thrust forward with a bit more force.

“Kane, that’s so good.” She sat up and gripped his neck and
shoulders. Her mouth touched his ear. “I want to suck your cock.”

He nearly came just from the words and had to close his eyes
and take a step back. He steadied her on the table and took another step back,
watching her jump to her feet and kneel before him.

Her small hand wound around the base of his thick shaft. She
looked up at him and smiled. His entire body was taut, as if he might snap at
any moment. Her cool, pink tongue jutted out and licked the tip of his cock.

He moaned.

Her lips spread just enough to allow the head to breach her
mouth. Warm wetness surrounded him and another noise fell from his mouth. She
circled the head with her tongue and pulled just the tip in again. Her fingers
lightly tickled his balls. He threw his head back. “Fuck, Lena, that feels
incredible.”