“Sure?” The whites of his eyes glow in the dark, and I swallow hard. Kane’s not wearing enough clothes. It’s both distracting and tempting.
“Do you know where Luka is? I miss him.” To my surprise, instead of taking offense, Kane reaches for my hand and squeezes.
“He’s on a work trip in Europe, but he’s due back at the end of the week.”
“Does he know what happened?”
Kane shakes his head. “There wasn’t time. And besides, Angelo doesn’t want Luka involved in family business.”
“Or with me,” I point out. Kane doesn’t disagree. “I’m surprised you’re risking Angelo’s wrath by being here.”
“He took the spare bed and left me with the couch. If I’d spent another minute on that thing, I’d have needed a chiropractor, so I came up and joined you.”
“And now I’m keeping you awake.” After sleeping so much in the last day, I am no longer tired. Kane must be exhausted, though.
“It’s nearly dawn, so I wouldn’t have slept much longer. If the roads are clear, we’ll be leaving later.”
“For home?” By home, I mean the States, but I’m pretty sure from Kane’s faint smirk he thinks I mean Angelo’s mansion.
“Yeah. Declan sent Angelo a message late last night to say his contact has a passport for you. We’ll pick it up on the way to the airport.”
Kane stretches his arms above his head, gifting me a glimpse of skin and muscle when the quilt slides down. The room is cool, but that’s not why my nipples are hard.
“I should grab a shower,” I say while not making any attempt to move.
“Need a hand, kitten?” There’s a subtext to Kane’s ostensibly innocent question. Or maybe I’m reading way too much into it.
“I think I can manage. My ankle feels much better.” It doesn’t, but I hate admitting weakness.
A hand settles on my hip, making me shiver. Only I can’t blame the cold because my skin burns with heat and my mouth is so dry I can barely swallow.
“I should go brush my teeth. Or something.” The hand on my hip tightens as fingers dig into my flesh.
“No.”
“No?” The words are barely a squeak. I tell myself it’s because I don’t want to wake Angelo, but we both know that’s a lie. I give no shits about what Angelo thinks about any relationship I have with Kane. And now I’m not sure Kane gives any shits.
Kane leans in and brushes his mouth across mine. My gut screams at me to scramble away, but my whore of a libido locks me down. I can’t move. He’s trapped me with a lust spell.
At least that’s my excuse for my woeful lack of self-control.
Perhaps I have PTSD. Is the inability to withstand the allure of a fiendishly attractive man a textbook symptom of PTSD? If not, it should be.
“You feel tense, kitten.” Tense is an understatement. If my body tenses up any further, I might break. “Let me help you relax.” It’s a statement, not a question, although I know that if I say no, he’ll back off. Kane is many things, but a rapist is not one of them.
“Angelo might wake.” I don’t honestly care, but it seems prudent to point that out. I’d hate for Kane to lose his life over me.
“Then you’ll have to be quiet.” His white teeth gleam in the darkness as he edges my borrowed boxers down my hips and thighs. “Can you be quiet, kitten?”
I gasp as he slides his fingers between my thighs. I’m embarrassingly wet.
“Is this all for me?” Two fingers push inside me while his thumb rubs my clit.
“No. I was thinking about Luka,” I lie before groaning when he adds a third finger.
A chuckle tells me he sees through my bullshit. “I’m more than enough for you, kitten.” The thick cock that throbs against my thigh tells me he’s right. This man will ruin me if I let him inside my aching body, but I want more than his fingers.
He pushes me closer to the edge as his mouth claims mine. The noises I make are far too loud, but he swallows my cries as I come. By the time he’s wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body, I’m exhausted again.
