For a long moment, no one speaks.
We just breathe.
It’s perfect.
“Thank you for coming by tonight,” I say, stroking her hair.
“Breaking in, you mean?”
My lips twitch as she giggles.
Climbing out of bed, I return minutes later with a damp cloth to wipe her face clean of cum.
“You are perfect,” I say softly, and she gazes up at me with glassy eyes at the sound of my low voice.
What I don’t tell her is that when she looks at me like that with those blue eyes, my heart beats faster. It’s getting harder and harder not to fall madly in love with her.
The thought occurs to me—and not for the first time—that it might already be too late. I shove it down and clamp a lid on it.
The truth is, my feelings for Jessica scare me. But there’s nothing I can do about them, because I won’t let her go. Just the thought of another man cleaning her up like this makes my insides curdle.
I don’t want anyone else to see her like this. Rosy-cheeked, legs spread, her puffy cunt on display, creamy jizz smeared across her face. I’d sooner kill than let anyone else witness it.
It’s for my eyes only. No one else’s.
I feel her gaze on me as I clean between her legs, careful not to hurt her any more than I already have.
I can’t help myself when I’m with her. She’s so petite, so tight. Instinct takes over, and all I want is to pull her hair, press her into the mattress, fuck her until my hipsslap, slap, slapagainst her ass.
“Kane,” she whispers when I lean down to place a kiss on her slit.
I hum, nuzzling her pussy, kissing the insides of her thighs.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
My heart stalls, and I look up at her face, at the tears shining in her eyes.
“Don’t say anything,” she all but whispers, looking away.
I crawl up her body and tilt her face back to mine, my hand warm against her cheek. “Tell me again.”
She struggles to meet my gaze, her skin pinking beneath my fingers. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Jessica,” I almost growl, pressing a hard kiss to her lips, my heart hammering against her breasts. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“Why?” Her voice is so quiet it’s barely above a whisper.
God, she’s stubborn.
I kiss her again, hard and rough, dragging a broken moan from her lips. She tastes like sunrises and the forbidden, and I can’t get enough. “Say it.”
When I release her bottom lip after sucking on it, she toys with the damp strands at my nape, my skin tingling beneath her gentle touch. “I might be falling in love with you.”
“That’s not what you said.” Smiling, I dive in for another kiss. She laughs and turns her face away, squirming when I try to capture her lips.
“Kane.” Her giggles warm the cold center of my chest, and I tickle her waist just to hear them again.
“Admit it, little thief. You’re in love with me.”
