“Keep dreaming?”
“No, my name.”
“Kane Ravencourt?”
I lean back against the wall and bite my knuckles. “My name on your lips sounds so damn sexy.”
She repeats it playfully seductive this time, and there’s no doubt that she’s flirting.
My cock twitches.
“I need to see you,” I say, running a hand down my face.
“You wanna see me, Kane?”
She’s asking as if she’s smiling, and my lips ache from how big I’m grinning.
“Why?” she asks, fishing for answers.
“Because I want to kiss you.”
She’s silent for a moment.
A woman in a forest green satin dress walks by, heels clicking on the marble floor.
“I like how soft your skin is,” I say when the woman is out of earshot. “And how your hair feels in my hands.”
“You do?”
Why is it so hard for her to believe?
I discreetly readjust my hard-on. “It’s my turn to ask questions, little thief. Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Maybe.”
“Don’t skirt around the subject, baby. Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Touch you where?”
Airy laughter spills from her lips. “You’re impossible, Kane Ravencourt.”
I groan because I love it when she says my full name, and she giggles again.
“What is this?” she asks, her voice quieter now, uncertain. “What are we doing?”
“Whatever you want us to do.”
“And if I want you to leave me alone?”
Not a chance on this planet.
“Is that what you want?” I ask.
Movement in my peripheral vision draws my attention, and I turn to see Beverly leaving the ballroom. She notices me and walks toward me with a seductive sway of her hips.
“I have to go,” I interrupt Jessica’s reply and slip my phone into my pocket.
