It was nearing the supper hour. We’d traveled a thousand miles to get here. We weren’t going to ruin everything now with Kane charging in there with death on his mind.
He stopped a few feet away and growled.
“Don’t growl at me.” I lifted my chin. “We’re going to do this with calm heads because we need answers, not blood. I came here to save my sister, and if I can wait, so can you. We wait until morning.”
When he took another step toward me, a deeper growl rumbled through his chest.
“If you’re going to growl at me like that, you better have something else on your mind than ripping your cousin’s arms off.”
The tension around us shifted, his red-hot anger changing into a different kind of heat. But his expression didn’t alter in intensity with his brows lowered, his teeth bared, and his hands fisted at his sides. He took another step toward me, looking feral and ready to tear me apart.
I swallowed, liquid heat pooling between my thighs. Bear baiting probably wasn’t the best plan of action. My heart thumped so hard I could hear it in my head.
He closed the gap between us in one stride, pinning me against the door, hands on my wrists. Hot breath cascaded over my temple. He caged me, grinding down and up until only my toes touched the floor and his erection wedged into the juncture of my thighs.
Every nerve in my body delighted in the sensations. Kane was in complete control, and I liked it. I couldn’t move except to wrap my legs around his waist and bite the shell of his ear.
Another growl vibrated through me, making me buzz. An answering purr erupted from my throat. He ground into me, and the restriction of my jeans, the fabric between us, became too much.
“I need you,” I whispered, answering his thrusts with my own. “I want you.”
Warm lips took possession of mine, his tongue promising the things he’d do to the rest of my body. I gasped, excitement racing through me. Emotions washed over me, making it hard to breathe. Some were my own, the primal need. Others…they felt like they came from somewhere else.
The grip on my wrists loosened and I dug my fingers into his hair. He turned away from the door, allowing my feet to drop to the floor. My tongue grazed his neck on the way down.
Keeping my eyes on his fierce expression, I backed away, toward the open doors of the bedroom, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper at the same time. He stalked toward me like the predator he was, and my heart rate kept climbing.
The bed hit the back of my thighs. I broke his stare, turning away to crawl on the bed, displaying my ass to him. When I looked over my shoulder, Kane’s half-mast eyes were filled with focused desire.
His clothes flew away from him, then he was there, his hands on my hips, his growl making me clench, and everything else faded into the background.
30
BROOKE
It tookthree more orgasms to make me believe he wouldn’t go tearing through the city intent on killing his cousin. I knew I was using my body to get him to calm, but neither I, nor my body, minded in the least. Not when each encounter felt better than the last.
After our quickie on the bed, we’d showered together, making love against the marble tile of the wall. Then he’d taken me to bed and made love to me again. Even though it was slow and easy, there was an underlying desperation to his movements. I hadn’t thought it possible to meet a guy with a sexual appetite to match mine.
Now I lay curled in his arms, the evening sun peeking through the thin curtains covering the windows. I lifted my head to read the bedside clock. It was only seven. And tomorrow we needed to be ready to see his cousin.
I rolled away from Kane, out of his arms, and stood. He sat up, alert.
“I want to buy a few things downstairs,” I said, searching for my G-string amongst the covers. “Can I charge them to the room?”
He nodded, then stood, intent on going with me.
I was going to protest, to say that I could do a little shopping on my own, when the memory of those cougars snatching me off the street made me swallow. Right now, being joined at the hip didn’t seem like such a hardship.
It wasn’t only what happened two days ago that stopped my objection. Being next to Kane was where I felt the most content. When we were close, when we touched, the tug in my chest that connected us like a physical thing became a comforting cocoon. The tug became more insistent the farther apart we were, creating a pressing need to return to his side.
At some point, we were going to need to work out how to gain some space from each other. That moment just didn’t happen to be right now.
Quickly, I got dressed and Kane did the same. The ride down in the elevator was as smooth as it was up. When another couple, dressed in a sequined black evening gown and a tux, stepped on from the tenth floor, the surreal nature of everything that had happened to me over the past couple of weeks hit me again. Life truly went on without me.
On the ground level, I headed straight for the women’s clothing boutique. Beside me, Kane hesitated.
I stopped in front of him and took his hand. “Did you want to wait somewhere for me?”
