“Kane,” she tries again, and I dig my eyebrows in, refusing to listen to reason.
Tap. Tap.
“Why are you fighting this?”
“Fighting what? This? What’sthis?Kane, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
My chest twinges. “This connection.”
“There’s no connection,” she says, exasperated. “Whatever it is you feel, I don’t, okay? I don’t feel it.”
She’s lying. She has to be. There’s no way I’m alone in this.
Something inside me snaps, and I walk around the car in quick strides. The ground seems to give way beneath me as I back her against the door.
“Shut up,” I tell her, cupping her face. Her eyes flare just before I crush my lips to hers.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
At first, she’s frozen, breath caught in her throat. I brush my lips over hers, then deepen the kiss, a groan rumbling low in my chest.
Her fingers tremble as they wrap around my wrists. She parts her lips with a soft moan, melting against the car. I slide my tongue against hers, my brow tightening as the world feels like it’s crumbling beneath us.
She can’t tell me she doesn’t feel this, that her heart doesn’t tremble like mine.
Our touches grow frantic. I tilt her head, deepening the kiss, dimly aware of her hair tickling my cheek as the wind moves through the trees. Her hands slide to my waist, then higher up my back, nails biting into my shoulder blades.
She moans into my mouth. I reach down and lift her thigh.
“Baby,” I whisper between kisses, hooking it around my hip, and she drifts her hands higher, tugging my hair.
She pulls back, breathless, shaking her head. “We can’t.”
“Yes, we can.” I kiss her again. She claws at my hair as soft, broken moans spill from her throat. I lift her against the car, trailing kisses along her jaw before returning to her trembling, kiss-swollen lips. “Tell me you don’t feel this.”
I know she does. She can deny it all she wants, but the truth is written in her heavy eyes.
“Tell me you don’t feel what I feel. Lie to me again,” I tell her as I place my hand over her pounding heart. “It’s racing, little thief.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means everything.”
The words have barely left my lips when she grabs me by the neck and drags me down to her mouth. We kiss like we’re trying to stop time, frantic lips, ragged breaths.
My heart is about to burst out of my chest and run for the hills. It’s pounding so hard that I start to feel lightheaded. This kiss.This fucking kiss.
I want to slip my hand into her damp panties and touch her. Feel her sigh her pleasure against my lips. But I don’t want to let go of her face either. It fits perfectly in my hands.
I deepen the kiss, groaning low in my throat as her heat presses against my straining erection. She explores my chest through my shirt, her tentative touch tracing my contracting abs.
God, what the fuck is she doing to me? I’m burning up.
I tear myself away from her devilish lips and yank my shirt over my head. Her eyes widen. I kiss her again, trembling as her soft hands trail over my bare skin.
Whatever this is, I can’t get enough. I’m hooked. I need more. Jesus, fuck… I’d let her destroy me again and again just to feel this rush flowing through my veins.
Our lips part and we lock eyes. My fingers skim her soft skin as I hook them into the hem of her top, and she lifts her arms.
I slide her top up and over her head in one smooth motion, swallowing hard. How many women have I undressed before? Yet none of them ever made me nervous.
