I waited on the full question, though guessing what he meant. He was worried that I hadn’t enjoyed myself. His concern made me giddy. It suited him better than the emotionless-brick attitude he wore like a suit of armour.
Yet he didn’t seem to be able to get out the words.
I pursed my lips. “If you’re asking if I liked it, tell me what you felt.”
“You coming around my dick.” His lips lifted in a smirk.
“Idiot. I meant in here.” I put my fingertips to his forehead, not brave enough to touch his chest.
“Good,” he said. “Very fucking good.”
“Then same.”
He breathed in deep, then followed me through.
At the car, I paused. My underwear was wet from what we’d done, and it would seep through to my skirt. Hot as hell, but enough that several hours in the car would be uncomfortable. “I need to change.”
“Are ye muddy?”
“Not that.”
His gaze slid down me. “I’m leaking out of ye?”
I squirmed, my cheeks hot all over again.
Kane smirked then walked away a few steps like he needed to calm himself. He spun back. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Neither have I.”
“Fucking Christ. I get tested regularly for work, always clear. Also, I’ve had a vasectomy. In case ye worried.”
I blinked in surprise at the last part. I’d never known anyone who’d had that done. Which made my mind sprint over the possible reasons he would’ve opted for something like that.
“Ye make me lose my mind.”
The feeling was mutual. So much, that when he turned his back to give me privacy, a little act that shot another arrow into my heart, I took a moment to stare at him.
And wonder if I’d ever know the real Kane Ryan, or if fragments were all I’d ever get.
Chapter 21
Kane
In my passenger seat, Lovelyn slept. She’d offered to take the wheel, then when I refused, put the radio on low and immediately closed her eyes and drifted.
I didn’t share her need for rest. I was more alive than ever. Also acutely aware of her every sigh and move.
It was a good thing she slept. I needed space to clear my head.
On the outskirts of Deadwater, I slowed the car and parked up. Lovelyn didn’t wake, and I fucking watched her like a madman. Her cream knitted jumper had a small cluster of light-purple flowers at the sleeves and hem. Added by her, I didn’t doubt. Just like the strap of her velvet bag, embroidered with a floral motif. She wore her obsession literally on her sleeve.
At last, the sun rose, and I drove us to our first port of call. A retail park with a large electrical goods outlet.
A yawning Lovelyn let me go without question, then had awakened fully by the time I returned from the building, heavy bags in hand.
“What did you buy?” she asked.
“You’ll see when we get to yours.”
