Her breathing starts to pick up and that overwhelming feeling to protect her starts forcing its way out. My mind races to keep up with her rushed words. She’s right about most of it. I haven’t been a relationship man, but that wasn’t a choice made out of playboy ways. She thinks this is some joke at her expense? How could this beautiful woman even think that about herself? Can’t she even see what I see?
And then it hits me. Each second of our prior meetings. The way she would fold into herself, the pulling at her clothing, the way she tried to move past me when I blocked the doorway in Logan’s office.
She really can’t see it.
And if I’m right, she probably really believes that bullshit she just spewed out of her mouth.
“Fuck it,” I growl, cutting off her muttered panic. Her eyes snap to mine just seconds before I push from my side of the bench seat. My hands frame her face, my fingers curl around the soft hair on the nape of her neck, and I crush my lips against hers.
She gasps, and I use that to my advantage, dipping my tongue into her mouth and caressing against hers. Fuck, her taste is just as addictive as the rest of her. Her scent wraps around me, and just like that, I’m a starved man feasting like it’s the first meal I’ve had in years. I move my mouth to take her bottom lip and bite it softly causing her to let out a moan.
That’s right. Pretend all you want, my timid doe. Throw some bullshit lies at me. I’ll make it my mission to prove to you that this feeling is damn sure real and not some sick joke.
She’s immobile just a second longer before she gives me another moan that causes my cock to harden even more, pressing against my jeans uncomfortably, and then her hands are fisting the cotton of my shirt for seconds.
Our kiss deepens, and when I know she’s just as lost in me as I am in her, I move my hands from her face, use one to unsnap her seat belt before placing them on either side of her hips. She tenses when her belt clangs against the side of the door, but I nibble on her lip again, keeping her focus on me.
The sounds of our breathing echo around us, and unable to wait, I grasp her before pulling her toward my body. One leg goes to either side of my thighs and I use my hold on her body to press her center tightly against my rock hard cock.
Let’s let her try to explain that as disingenuous.
Fuck, the heat from her pussy hits me a second later, and with a brutal groan, I rock her slightly on my erection. Her hands dig into my hair and tug, giving my scalp a sting before her hips start rocking on their own. Taking what she wants. What I’ll happily give her.
Jesus, Kane. You’re doing nothing but proving her right.
Logically, I know I should pull back before I’m past the point of stopping, but having her body moving against mine and her moans being swallowed by my mouth takes my desire for her to levels I’ve never felt before.
Pulling back is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But if I want to prove to her that I’m not some playboy out for cheap thrills, I need to shut this down now.
“God, Willow,” I pant against her lips, swiping my tongue out for one more taste.
She stiffens when the haze of desire from our kiss lifts and I watch her eyes open and shock begin to etch in her features.
She’s bracing herself. For what, I’m not sure, but I’m going to work my ass off to make sure this look never washes over her features again.
This connection between us is even more powerful than I could have imagined, and now that I have her in my arms, nothing will stop me from making her mine.
“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND,” I gasp. “A pregnant girlfriend, at that.”
Of all the things I could have said at that moment, that’s what I go with. It seems safer than asking him what the heck he’s trying to prove here. Or better yet, safer than to acknowledge the fact his erection is pressing firmly against my wet core. Good God, I don’t know what’s come over me. I have never acted so brazenly.
“I don’t,” he insists, allowing me to climb off his lap.
My eyes narrow, and anger fires my blood. “You most certainly do. I might be naïve in a lot of things, but pictures don’t lie, Mr. Masters. I would have to be blind to miss the headlines that have been all over the place for the last few weeks.”
“It’s Kane,” he forces through tight lips before the silence returns around us. He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak before closing it and shaking his head again. I can tell by his body language that he’s uncomfortable. I’m assuming that’s because he just tried to cheat on his pregnant girlfriend. Oh God, he did cheat on her. I’m going to be sick. I’ve turned into my sister!
His voice breaks the silence of my inner thoughts. “You can’t believe everything you read in those fucking magazines, Willow. They print what will sell. What will cause people to stop and throw down a few bucks on what really equates to a handful of pages full of bullshit.”
“So you’re saying that every single one of them, plus the online media outlets and television reports, are lies? Just like that?”
My body hums with anger. I’m angry he had the nerve to kiss me. And the tipping point of my anger is the fact my body loved every second of it, girlfriend or not.
He wasn’t wrong. I feel it too; I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do with it. I felt his reaction to our kiss against my soaking wet core. There is no way he could have faked a reaction like that. I’m just having a hard time understanding how he could feel that way about me. Each time I’ve been face-to-face with him has been during the most humiliating of situations. I’ve been at my worst. Those magazines he claims prints lies can’t make up the kind of woman he usually has at his side and they’re nothing like me.
“You’re right. They couldn’t hold a candle to you,” he says, breaking into my thoughts with a smooth purr of hypnotizing tones.
I snort out a laugh and throw my hand over my mouth, my eyes widening. Well, that’s just lovely; apparently, my thoughts slipped through my lips yet again. I really need to work on that.
His distressed gaze falters at my unladylike display. Those full lips curling. The way he looks at me is so unnerving.
Well, Eddie—what was it he said? Life begins at the end of your comfort zone? I’m so far outside of my safe zone of comfort; I might as well be on another planet.
“I don’t have the slightest clue what I’m doing here,” I tell him honestly. “Things like this don’t happen to girls like me.”
Those crystal eyes slight, and he cocks his head adorably. “That’s not the first time you’ve referred to yourself negatively, Willow.”
I laugh again, his eyes narrowing further. “Yeah, well, one thing you should know about me, Kane, is that I’m not exactly the most positive person.”
“And why’s that?”
Yeah, right. As if I’m going to open the floodgates of the cesspool of my many issues.
“Willow? I asked you a question.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a very intimidating person?” I hedge.
“Wouldn’t be the first time. But you don’t get to where I am by not taking what you want.”