“Need me to help you make some good memories?”
I can’t help the pulse of lust that rips through me. We’ve not talked since he left my bed after Angelo found us. Does he regret what happened? I wouldn’t blame him if he did. I’m a walking red flag.
“Didn’t we already try that in Scotland?” I force a smile.
“We did.” I examine the fading bruises on his face and frown.
“He hurt you.”
Kane snorts. “I’m fine, kitten. We spar all the time. A few bruises won’t kill me.”
“No, but he could decide to kill you if you touch me again.”
“Sweetheart, trust me when I say he won’t ever do that. He’s my brother in all ways that count, and just like in any sibling relationship, we argue and fight over the things we both want. Which, in this case, is you.”
“You want me?” My poor little heart beats faster in my chest. I know he does, but I’m not sure if it’s because I’m off-limits. There are plenty of men who want what they can’t have. Forbidden fruit and all that jazz.
Maybe he has a kink for married women? Who knows.
He strokes my cheek. “You know I want you.” When I glance down, there’s an unmistakable bulge tenting the front of his black sweats.
“Maybe you do,” I agree, “but we both know it can’t go anywhere.” And boy does that make me sad, which is stupid because my only goal was escaping this house and my husband before I got kidnapped by a deranged psycho.
So why does that no longer feel like the right thing to do?
“Can’t it?” Kane leans in, pulling me closer so I can feel every inch of his erection. “I have no intention of letting you go, Chiara. You can run, but you can’t ever escape me.”
“Wow, that’s not at all disturbing.” I huff out a laugh in a feeble attempt to hide the fact that I find his over-the-top behavior a massive turn-on. “Creepy stalker, much?”
“Damn right.” Apparently over the conversation, he captures my mouth with his. The kiss is hard and dirty, and in seconds, I’m a dripping mess.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing heavily.
I’m also fully aware that Angelo could walk in at any moment, and I don’t want a repeat of what happened in Scotland.
“My coffee’s going cold.”
Kane slides his hand under my tee and cups my breast, not letting me go.
“You’re playing dirty.” I fight back a groan even though I want nothing more than to spread my legs and invite him to play. He tweaks my nipple and grins.
“I know.” To my relief, he finally backs off while adjusting himself. “One bowl of e-numbers coming up. Make the most of your day off, by the way, because tomorrow we’re back in the gym.”
I groan loudly, not liking the thought of Kane killing me on the mats again.
He winks. “Work hard, kitten, and I’ll reward you.”
“Are you offering performance bonuses now?” He pulls a bowl from the shelf before stalking back over to me.
“I sure am, kitten. Work hard and earn orgasms.”
Damn. That’s a bonus scheme I can get on board with.
“Luka’s back, by the way,” he tells me when he slides a bowl of my favorite cereal in front of me.
“He is?” My heart rate spikes at the thought of seeing him again, which is stupid because I’m still angry and upset at how we left things.
“Yeah.” Kane doesn’t elaborate, and I refuse to ask. Knowing Luka, he won’t appear until late this morning, and by then I’ll be hiding in my room to avoid seeing Angelo. Chances are, we won’t cross paths.
