He cups my chin, possessive and sure. “You’re my girl.”
“Why do you want it so badly?” I ask, genuinely curious. Since the moment he caught me in his father’s office, he’s pursued me relentlessly, and I still don’t understand why.
“Why?” He leans back, one arm draped over the steering wheel, his shoulders resting against the door. “Because I’m into you, little thief. And before you push me away again, I don’t care where you’re from. You’re beautiful, smart, and fearless. The crazy part is that you don’t even realize how magnetic you are.”
My eyes blur with tears as the last of the sun sinks on the horizon. Why does praise sometimes hurt more than criticism? Why is it so hard to believe that a man like Kane Ravencourt—who has the world at his feet—might actually want me? And why does that wary voice inside me keep whispering that there’s more to this than he’s saying?
He’ll fuck me and throw me away? Wouldn’t he have done it already?
And if he does… I’ll survive.
I always do.
“You scare me,” I admit.
He smirks, as though it pleases him. “Why do I scare you?”
Because every time we’re alone, I like who I am, and I haven’t liked myself in a long time.I don’t say that, though. I doubt I’ll ever admit my feelings to Kane.
“I already told you you’re intense,” I answer instead.
He studies me intently while my heart threatens to beat out of my chest, the leather creaking as he leans forward with a wolfish smile. “Now I’m your intense boyfriend.”
I meet him halfway, grinning so wide my cheeks ache. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“You’re so fucking taken, you don’t even know it.”
“I’m taken, huh?”
He traps his bottom lip between his teeth and looks between my eyes and mouth as I quickly unbuckle his belt.
“What do you think you’re doing, little rabbit?”
“I’m gonna suck your cock.”
“Is that so?” he asks as I unzip his pants.
I slip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his silky length. “Have a problem with that?”
We’re close enough for our breaths to mingle. Kane feasts on my mouth like he’s imagining my lips on him. “My girlfriend would object.”
“You have a girlfriend?”
“I do now.” His gruff voice rumbles between us.
“Tell me about her.”
The vein in his neck pulses as he grows hard in my hand. “She’s a stubborn tease, for starters.”
“She sounds fun.”
“She is. And when she smiles, the world falls away.”
I freeze with my hand on his cock as he braids his long fingers through my hair. For a second, I think he’s about to push me down. Instead, he wrenches my head back, exposing my neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin until I’m wet and panting.
Kill me now. There’s no recovering from this man. I’ve been shot, and I’ll always carry the scar.
With a final tug on my hair and a quick, dirty suck on my earlobe, he pulls away and gets out of the car. Confused, I sit there, tingling between my legs, while he buckles his belt.
