No.
Fuck no.
She stops talking as I stride forward, catch the back of her neck in my hand, and pull her into a violent kiss.
Her hands flatten against my chest like she wants to push me away, but we both know she won’t.
That isn’t what we want.
Not when her mouth softens.
Not when she melts into me.
Not when this pitiful mangled sob boils out of her.
“Kane,” she strains out, but I shake my head.
“I know. You feel like you have to go because of the bullshit I said last night. I take it back. I’m sorry. Just hear me out first? Please, hear me out, and then you can decide if you still want to leave.”
Her eyes fill with tears. I fucking hate that she’s crying because of me.
“You don’t have to explain anything. Really, what’s the point?”
“I do,” I insist. “You don’t know everything about me yet, and I want you to understand what happened.” I smooth my thumb over her cheeks and the tear trails there. “Let me have a chance to give you the truth.”
19
HOME SWEET HEARTACHE (MARGOT)
Oh my God, we’ve beenstarved.
It’s like I’ve been fiending for his touch my entire life.
Kane watches me for a second, his eyes slitted, before bringing his lips to mine in another manic kiss.
Too much and not enough.
The truth can wait.
Raw, tangled emotions snarl on my bones as he drags me closer, closer, and still not close enough.
All I can do—the only thing I can—is cup my hand around the back of his neck and surrender.
Stay.
God, I didn’t realize how bad I just wanted him to ask me to stay.
He doesn’t even have to do it with words.
Not when this kiss is so potent and clear it leaves me dizzy.
It screams how much he wants me and how big of an idiot I am for trying to sneak out without a goodbye note.
His hard-on presses against my belly, an angry reminder.
I couldn’t truly know thirst until I felt his flood.
The heat, the urgency, the electric need zinging through my body.
