I slowly take the envelope out of his hand and open it, and inside is a contract between me and the seller for North Harbor Point Pilates.
“You bought me the Pilates studio?” I whisper.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I made it to whereyoucan buy it with your money.”
I choke on a sob.
Most women would want a man to buy it for them, but Kane knew I needed this for myself. I need to purchase it with my own money, so it’s something no one can take away from me. It’s why I didn’t go to my brothers. They would’ve bulldozed right over me, buying it as their company and giving it to me to run. Their hearts would’ve been in the right place, but that’s not want I wanted … what I needed.
“Thank you,” I tell him, my hands trembling with emotion. “This … this means so much to me.”
“I know you have your brothers, but if you need any help while you’re figuring it all out, I’m here,” Kane says. “I might not be your dream husband, but I’d like to think I’m a knowledgeable businessman.”
He hits me with a lopsided grin, and for the first time, I wonder if maybe it’s possible to have everything I dreamed of with Kane.
He might not love me the way my brothers love their wives, but what he just did for me speaks volumes. I shared my dreams with him, and instead of telling me I was stupid—like Andrey would’ve done to my mom—he not only listened, but he made one of them come true.
“Thank you,” I say again, reaching up and palming his cheek. “This is the best present I’ve ever been given.”
I press my lips to his to give him a quick kiss. Only the moment our mouths connect, I crave more. Later, I’m going to blame my sexual desperation on the lack of connection I’ve had recently mixed with my emotions being in hyperdrive, thanks to Kane’s selfless gift. But right now, my only thought is how soft yet strong his lips feel against mine.
His hand comes up, and his fingers delve into my hair as he deepens the kiss, and I part my lips, welcoming it.
Our lips curl around one another, and when mine part, his tongue slides in, finding mine. He tastes like whiskey and control, and before I can stop it, a moan escapes from the back of my throat.
Kane once said that even though I hated him, I couldn’t help but want him, and he’s not wrong. I want Kane Morgan more than I’d ever admit.
My hands come up, and I claw at his chest, needing more. And without breaking our kiss, he lifts me onto the edge of the wooden rail and parts my legs.
“Tell me you want me to make you come,” he murmurs against my mouth, once again giving me the control I crave.
“Make me come.”
The words aren’t even completely out of my mouth before Kane’s mouth is back on mine. His fingers tighten in my hair, and his other hand slides beneath my silky dress and panties, expertly parting my folds and finding my clit. The juices between my legs are flowing, and he uses them to create friction as he rubs delicious circles along my clit.
I’m wound so tight that it only takes a few strokes before I’m moaning into his mouth as I come all over his fingers.
The last time this happened, I pushed him away, told him it would never happen again, but this time, I don’t bother with the lies because we both know it’ll happen again and again. Because I can’t stay away from Kane. And I would be lying if I said I wasn’t falling for him.
He pulls his fingers out from between my legs and breaks the kiss. “Always so fucking responsive for me.” He lifts his fingers to my mouth and swipes my arousal across my lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how much you want me.”
Without thought, I glide my tongue along the seam of my lips, and Kane grins a wolfish grin, loving that I listened to him. I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but the taste of myself has me squirming in my spot, wanting more than just a quick orgasm.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he says, “Soon, Princess. Soon, I’ll give you everything you need.” He takes his fingers and brings them to his own mouth, making a show of licking each digit. “So damn good.”
He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss that isn’t as emotionally charged as the last one, but is filled with so much reverence that an outsider would think the man kissing me actually loves me.
Looks can be deceiving.
“Why not now?” I breathe out, wanting him to fuck me right here, not caring who could possibly see. My pussy is in need of a good fucking, and that orgasm was only a tease.
“Because, as I told you before …” He gives me one more chaste kiss and then lifts me off the railing and onto the ground. “The next time I fuck you, you’ll be so desperate for it that you’ll beg me for it. And I don’t think you’re quite there yet.”
I am … I am totally there, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I nod and take his hand, letting him guide me back to the party, where we spend the rest of the evening celebrating our engagement. For some reason, when people congratulate us, rather than me forcing a reaction, I find myself genuinely smiling at the thought of marrying Kane.
Kane
This woman is fuckingwith my head.
