“I thought you’d never ask.” He twisted back to Shade. “Will I be welcome here tomorrow?”
Shade shrugged. “Talk when you’ve come up for air.”
Outside in the night, Kane carried me to his car, buckled me in, then wheel-spun out of the car park, leaving the raucous crowd behind us.
I’d gone into the game to catch a stalker. Somehow, I’d left it with a boyfriend.
Chapter 43
Lovelyn
On the hallway floor. Halfway up the stairs. On the threshold to my bedroom. We didn’t so much as pause for breath. In my bed, in the room that smelled of him, Kane brought me down on top of him and took handfuls of my ample hips to control how I rode him. Then lost it and jerked into me until we both tumbled into pleasure.
The night was made of possessive touches and sweet words. A reconnection where we’d been severed.
When I’d come for the third or fourth time, he held me so tight to him, I could’ve cried. I’d missed his holds. I’d missed him so much.
“I need your arms around me, always,” was my insensible mutter.
“Then you’ll have them.”
“Even when I’m with my friends? Or job hunting?”
“Especially then.” He paused. “What happened with your job?”
“I’ll explain in the morning.”
His wonderful cuddle continued, his warmth soothing where I’d been so cold. “If ye need me, I’m there. If you’re scared, I’llhold ye until the fear goes away. We’re never parting again. Try changing your mind. You’re stuck with me.”
I laughed. He swallowed it with a kiss.
In minutes, he was hard again, sliding against me. “Take me inside ye.”
He already was, in every way.
It felt like a dream, except with orgasms keeping me aware instead of being pinched. When we slept, he didn’t stop holding me, so even in my dreams, he was there. Mine again.
Daylight found me deep in a happy place of soft sheets and hard man.
I wallowed. Kane loved me. He’d fucked the words into me all night to make me accept them as true. I’d wanted to say them back, but it felt like a whirlwind had hit. I needed a minute to catch my breath.
On the white pillow, Kane flexed his thick arms then pulled me onto his chest. His hug grounded me enough to make sense of the storm inside my head.
“Did you enter the game for me alone?”
His answer was a rumble. “Aye, I wouldnae have touched a woman again if Mila hadn’t told me your plan.”
“Forever?”
“I never expected to live a long life, not in my line of work. Didn’t want to. Until you. To think, I almost lost ye to some bastard in that basement. Sorry I drove ye to it.”
He can’t have understood me last night. “I had a wild idea to enter but quickly changed my mind, only going into it to lay the trap. Arran was supposed to extract me. He left me in only because you were there.” I’d messaged Genevieve to check, and she’d confirmed it. Sneaky matchmaking gangsters.
He held me closer. “Arran did that? Thought I’d burned that bridge.”
“Because you can’t see that anyone cares about you or thinks you deserve good things.” I chose my next words carefully. “Your aunt did that to you.”
He went still, and for a moment, I thought he’d reverted again. Then his breath ruffled my hair. “She hated me from the first second she knew I existed. She told me often. Her voice was the guiding narrative of my childhood.”
