“Fine,” I rasp out, blinking a few times to focus on his face.
He holds it in for a second, but a surprising laugh bursts out of him. It takes me so off guard that I can’t help but join in.
I quickly mourn the loss of his beautiful body as he slides into the clothes I brought him. Just as I suspected, they fit him just fine. Cole would probably give me crap about this if he ever found out, but I couldn’t give two shits.
We settle onto the couch, me tucked in close to his side. “I really like you, Abby,” he says, wrapping his arm around me.
I peek up at him. “I like you, too.”
My head rests on his chest as we watch the movie he picked. I honestly have no idea what it is, but I don’t really care. With hisstrong arm holding me flush against his side, I’m more content than I have been in far too long.
It takes me a minute to piece together where I am as consciousness starts to slowly seep back in.
Couch.
Movie.
Kane… Kane.
My head turns to look up at the man I’m still cuddled up with. His head is resting on the back of the couch with his eyes closed and his arm casually wrapped around me.
I guess we both fell asleep during the movie.
I move the slightest bit to change the angle my neck is resting on his chest, and his arms tighten around me. “No,” he growls sleepily.
He hasn’t moved an inch besides his arm that is holding me a little firmer now. His eyes are still closed, long lashes resting on his cheek.
“Not leaving.”
He sounds like a grumpy caveman, and I don’t hate it. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” he grumbles, then in the next breath, I’m being hoisted up and situated on his lap. My knees are on either side of his hips as I straddle him. “Because I want you to be mine in an entirely different way now.”
I’m feeling a little whiplashed, but all my brain can muster is a resoundingfuck yes.
I lean in, crushing my mouth to his. His hands skim up my thighs and under my sweatshirt. Goosebumps pebble my skin as his hands ghost up my back.
“No bra?” he asks, not breaking the kiss for more than a second.
“No.”
“Fuck.” He grips the bottom of the shirt, pulling it off me in one fluid motion. His eyes zero in on my breasts.
One of his fingers trails a line between them, then his mouth is on me. He nips and sucks at the sensitive flesh until I’m grinding against him, chasing relief from the tension building inside me.
“Kane,” I plead with my head thrown back.
“You need more, sweetheart?”
I bring my head back down to look at him. “Yes… please.”
“Bedroom?”
“I thought that’s what you were going to say earlier.”
His head tilts to the side, and he gives me a knowing look. “Are you complaining about the way the night is going?”
“Hell no.”
