Page 72 of King of Pain

Alice. I like it. Chuckling, I slouch back in the seat and open the mini fridge to my left, finding a bottle of champagne inside.

I’ve still got a splitting headache, but Kate should have a drink. It’s been a day.

I pop the cork, pouring her a glass.

She watches me, her head cocked. “Well. You know how to pour champagne.”

I wink. “I’ve got class, baby.”

She takes the glass and takes a sip, hiding a smile. “You’re starting to sound like yourself.”

Am I? That’s good, I guess. I mean, I want to know myself, remember.

But in some ways, I feel like I’ve remembered enough. Roman and Arabella. My mother. Kate.

And all the other shit has cleared away.

Kate takes a sip of champagne, her eyes drifting closed. “Delicious,” she murmurs, taking another small drink.

I rest my hand on her knee, my fingers skating up her thigh over her jeans. She settles back on the seat, no qualms at all with my touch.

If anything, her legs relax open, granting me access.

My cock stirs and the headache lessons. Or maybe I just don’t care.

If I tried to fuck her, would she let me? She’d probably tell me it was a bad idea until I got my memory back.

Fuck that.

Deep in my bones, I know this is my woman.

“One more question…” I give her a one-sided smile, my eyes drifting down her gorgeous face, to the long column of her neck, over her amazing rack and then lower, over her flat stomach, to where my hand is an inch from her pussy.

“Yeah?”

“How’s the sex?”

I feel the muscles of her thighs clench, her nipples instantly growing hard as her breath catches.

I watch her eyes dilate as the glass stops halfway to her mouth. Have I rendered her speechless?

Good.

Holding the hand with the champagne, I brush the glass out of the way as I lean in to give her a soft kiss.

She sighs into my mouth, her lips pliant under mine, as I go in for a second brush.

That was all I needed to know.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Kate

Luke’s kiss not only feelsas good as it always does… it’s even better.

There is some depth that I don’t understand. It’s deeper, longer, more tender. He explores my mouth like it’s the first time, only it’s also like he loves me.

It’s not new to me but…

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