I look up at Kane. “Sorry, I know you—”
“Don’t want to hear it,” Kane growls, then turns toward his brothers. “Give me a minute, will ya?”
They both nod then turn back to where Hazel is sitting, a curious look on her face.
I’m suddenly being pulled down the hallway, Kane’s hand gripping my arm firmly. “Kane, what are you doing?” He ignores me, passes straight by the restrooms, and I eye it longingly as we continue past—ugh,I really need to pee. We turn a corner, where we are out of sight of the main part of the diner, and Kane pushes me up against a wall. Stunned at the rough handling, I say, “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I really need to pee.”
Without any warning, his lips smash down onto mine, in a kiss that has me gasping for air. One hand grasps the back of my neck, while the other cups my chin, keeping me captive to his kiss. His taste is unbelievable; I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him right now. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I moan when it connects with mine.
My hands have a mind of their own as they reach behind him and run under his tee, loving the curve of his back, and his muscles flex beneath my palms. Just when I’m about to unbuckle his jeans, he stops, breathing heavily, and rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. It’s as if he’s trying to calm himself down. I need some of that calmness because right now, I’m ready to jump his bones in a public place.
My hands travel up his chest, and I link my arms around his neck. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
His eyes open then, and his jaw sets. “Not here, and not like this.”
I smile. “Are you being a gentleman now?” I say teasingly.
He growls, “Don’t test me, Char. I told you not to talk to anyone, I look away for a minute, and already a guy is wanting in your pants.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “He did not, he was just being nice, that’s all,” I say, cupping his face with my hands. He shakes them away and stands back. I don’t miss the hard-on he’s sporting in his jeans, and I smile seductively, letting my eyes zone in on it. Then I slowly, and very steadily, lick my lips as I raise my gaze up to meet his.
“Don’t look at me like that, Char. I’m just barely holding on.” I like it when he calls me Char and Kane, looking so out of control, is seriously hot. It looks like I’m affecting him the same way he is me.
He paces the floor of the small corridor we’re standing in. “Go to the restroom, I’ll wait for you out here.” I push myself off the wall I’m still leaning up against, and slowly walk toward him. Kane’s eyes widen at my move, and he steps back, hitting the opposite wall behind him. I smile and stop once I’m only inches away from him. He’s so damn hot, it’s no wonder I can’t keep my hands off him. He’s taken off his jacket and now has a white T-shirt showing, his cut on over the top of it. His biceps and tattoos, are on display, and his jeans lay low on his hips in the most delicious way. Yeah, too damn hot. “Char, need you to step back.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, leaning forward and gently kissing him. His head veers back and thuds on the wall. “Char, I only have so much control when it comes to you. Please, stop this.”
I trace my index finger along his stubbled jaw. “And why do you need control? Didn’t you just kiss me seconds ago?” I ask, moving my finger over his jawline.
“That was a mistake, I shouldn’t have done it!”
Feeling hurt and confused at his snapped-out statement, I stop my caresses and step back. “So you’re saying that kiss was nothing? A mistake?” I’m getting angry now, how dare he play with my feelings like that. I know he wants me—geez, his hard-on is proof enough—so why deny it? I cross my arms over my chest and look at him. “Mistake, huh?”
He steps forward. “Yeah, a mistake. I don’t need any drama in my life, and you come with it. For Hazel’s sake I’ve agreed to help you, but that’s it. Don’t go having any fantasies about me… and that kiss. It shouldn’t have happened.”
Wow, now if that isn’t a punch to the stomach. If he wants to play this game, then fine. I’m a hell of a poker player.
Forcing a fake smile onto my lips, I say, “You’re right, that shouldn’t have happened. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the ladies’ room, which is where I was headed before you interrupted me with your…. Oh, what was it again? That’s right! That mistake.” And with that said, I turn and walk around the corner and head to the restroom, unshed tears burning my eyes, threatening to fall. I will not cry.