Page 6 of Kane

Chapter Five

Erin

Well, I guessed Kane wasn’t shy in speaking his mind. I’d been fantasising about him all night, even before we’d talked. It had been so long since I allowed myself to break loose and enjoy myself in that way, and getting caught and sacked today gave me one more reason why I shouldn’t be doing this, but I needed to feel close to human being. Especially a toned, fit one with huge arms and a mouth I could imagine all over me.

“It’s a pity you say that, Kane.” I teased. “Finlay knows I always finish up with apple pie and it’s probably already getting heated up.” It wasn’t the only thing feeling hot.

He threw down some money on the table and stood: “Let’s get it to go then, you can eat it from my place.”

Walking out of the café door I felt his eyes watch me from behind. For a second I wished I had borrowed one of Mae’s dresses so he could get a better view, but I’d always been a jeans girl, and that’s what you would have always found me in. As soon as we were outside he drew me against him and kissed me without warning. OK, that wasn’t what I had expected. He smelled like a mix of spice, musk and soap. His lips pressed against mine; softly at first and the instant I responded he deepened his kiss. I wondered if he knew I’d wanted to kiss him all night. As quickly as it had started, he stopped. “Sorry, well, not sorry, but I’ve been thinking about that all night and watching you lick those lips the whole time we were in there was driving me crazy.”

“Hmm,” I said, because my brain did a little restart. “Well, I’m not sorry either. You’re a good kisser.”

“Good? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Erin, “good” is not in my vocabulary, and when you’re sore every time you move tomorrow, “good” won’t come into it.” He grabbed the nape of my neck as he pulled me towards him again and kissed me with such passion that I felt dizzy. Suddenly he was all there was: his hand, clutching the back of my head, stroking my hair, his lips and his tongue caressing my mouth, the head radiating from his body being so close and the other hand that had reached around and was holding the small of my back. Somewhere I heard a woman moan, but that made no sense. I never was one of these girls who always sought public displays of affection, but if they felt like this I could see their appeal.

Leaving me breathless and panting he smiled with approval at what I can imagine was my wobbliness. “Good, Erin? I can show you more than just “good.” C’mon.”

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