My back wanted to arch up again but he’d dropped his weight over me so I couldn’t. He palmed my breast. Scooping it from the bottom up to massage it before dropping his mouth over it and nipping my nipple a bit viciously.I squawked. Wiggling at the unbearable violence of my nerve endings being ruthlessly tormented. “Kane.”He was entirely ruthless. Seeming to know just how to drive me out of my mind with pleasure. He was such a sordid mix of tenderness and erotic dominance that I was entirely at a loss on how to hold back from him.He touched me everywhere, seeming to inspect every hollow and curve of my body like he was learning a road on a mountain terrain.Taking his time everywhere.“Come for me again. Angel. Come.” He stopped and ground his hips in a circle. “For me.” Another circle.“Again.” Circle.And I came like a wild banshee. Nearly throwing my shoulders out as he leaned up enough my back could teepee underneath him. Rubbing my hardened nipples against his chest as my body

“Kane!” I squawked. Jerking away and tugging my skirt down again. As I glared at him as if he’d just done something horribly wrong.“Skirt feel too short now?” He remarked. Setting a hand on the counter and leaning his hip over to give me a taunting look. “Or just thinking about pulling it up?”I gaped at him. Blushing hotly. Eyes round.“Oh?” He straightened back off the counter. Instantly intrigued. “You were.”“I wasn’t!” I tossed my hands and headed out of the room as fast as I could go on my damn heels.No more heels.Get some more work pants from my house. I promised myself.Walking back into the office, I spotted Logan hovering around my desk. I deflated. My head dropping. I moved to take my first step beyond that doorway but a grip on my arm pulled me back into the hall and lightly against the wall next to it.“Go to the bathroom, Sweetheart.” I was looking up at his tanned neck and strong chin. “I’ll get rid of him. Come back in a bit. You don’t need his shit.”He was twisted

And I’d come close enough to wondering if I’d be spending the next few years in jail, I had no interest in spending my near future in a cold, dirty cell.That fear had been enough to mend my ways.I considered giving up my apartment for however long I was to be residing in Porter’s apartment.It would save me nearly $1000 a month which would go along way toward savings. But the idea of not having it there when crap hit the fan with Porter was a bad idea.It occurred to me I was already back to calling him ‘Porter’ in my head. The familiarity of calling him ‘Kane’ felt a bit dangerous.Everything about him feels dangerous now.I sighed. Rounding mom’s door, I knocked lightly even though it was propped open and headed in. Coming to a dead stop there.What?“Hello Daughter.” Mother greeted. “I’ve met your friend here.”Porter was sitting in a chair near her bedside. His elbow propped on a thigh and his chin in his hand as he listened to her speaking until I’d arrived. Then his eyes had f

Fair point.Why wouldn’t I just say it? I’d been asking myself that all day.When I took too long to answer, he glanced over from rubbing the fork with a green and yellow sponge. Giving me a sideways look. “Do you want steak?”“Yes, Sir…” I lifted my hands in surrender. Quickly grabbing a thick plastic spoon from the flowered ceramic vase of utensils I’d placed in the middle of his counter, simply to be annoying. I set it next to the stove as I bowed out of the room.He glared, watching my step comically.Laughing, I rounded and headed for one of the boxes of my things. I had to wander a minute before I realized I couldn’t find it.“Kane?”“Yes, Dear?” He said in an overly honeyed tone as if he knew what I was going to say.“Where are my clothes?” I called back from the living area.“I burned them.”“What?” I screeched. Brows flying to my hairline.“Yep.” He stepped from the kitchen to peer at me. “So you’d have to be naked all the time. Burning those too.”He eyed me head to toe poin

“You seem to make a lot of things happen.” He’s a force of nature. “I don’t wait for things I want.” He gave me a pointed look. “And once I’ve got them…” He stood from his chair and began rounding the bar as he aimed for me near the front door. I turned to follow his movement warily. Backing up in step with him, upon witnessing the intensity on his face. “I don’t let them go.” He shook his head methodically. “Not anymore.” “Kane…” “Angel.” His deep voice rumbled as he’d backed me into the door. He put one hand on my shoulder and flattened his body along mine. Sliding the other along the door so he was tilted sideways against my other shoulder. His legs and pelvis pinning me where I was. “You’re being, a bit…Intense.” “I’m always intense.” He dismissed. “My brothers have told me so.” “I’m not just going to fall into your bed.” I said. Swallowing as I breathed raggedly. “Good.” He whispere