“Be my guest.”
I rub Kayne’s chest, working a thick lather over his skin, and then moving my hands down his stomach.
“You can go lower if you want.” He releases my waist and takes a small step back.
“I’m happy right where I am.” I circle my hands over his rock-hard abs, which incidentally aren’t the only thing that’s rock-hard on him at the moment.
“Don’t you want to know how many men I’ve been with?” I ask as I wash him.
“No,” he scoffs. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the only man you’ve ever been with.”
That makes me laugh.
“Why so few?” I keep probing.
Kayne’s muscles tense under my fingertips. I look up into his eyes and see hesitation there.
“Is there something I should know?” I query.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Now who’s trying to read who?” His voice is firm. Not threatening, just cautious. There is definitely a side of him he doesn’t want to show.
“Jett told me that trusting women is a hard limit for you,” I state with sensitivity.
“And when did he tell you that?” His eyes smolder.
“Last night.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. I was upset and confused. He was just trying to help.”
“Right,” he sneers.
“You once said that you wanted me to understand you.”
Kayne sighs, then runs his hands down my face and kisses me lightly. “I know,” he replies pained. It nearly breaks my heart. “And I really want you to.”
“So tell me why so few women.”
Steam clouds around us as Kayne stares down at me. He wavers before answering.
“I need to feel comfortable with a woman in order to have sex with her.”
“Comfortable? Like in a relationship?”
“No. No relationships. That was the last thing I wanted. I had a few girls on retainer who I slept with. Sex with no strings. Simpler that way.”
“And no emotion,” I frown.
“Emotion was expendable at the time.”
“And now?”
“Now it’s essential.” He swipes his thumb across my cheek. It feels like it leaves a trail of fire in its wake.
