Page 27 of The Devil's Dream

Kane pressed a kiss to my temple before rolling out of bed.

I watched as he stretched, his muscles rippling under his muscular tattooed skin. Even after the thorough workout earlier, the sight of him made my breath catch.

“Coffee?” he asked, already heading for the door.

“Please,” I replied, snuggling back against Haze, who tightened his arm around me.

The domesticity of the moment struck me.

Here I was, in bed with two gorgeous, dangerous men, discussing morning coffee like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was, for us.

“Okay?” Haze's quiet question rumbled against my back.

I turned in his arms, meeting those intense blue eyes. “Yes, I’m okay.”

His hand cupped my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone. The tenderness in his touch made my heart ache.

We stayed like that until the smell of coffee drifted up from downstairs, followed by the sound of Kane moving around the kitchen.

Haze pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before releasing me.

“Shower,” he said, sliding out of bed. I tried not to stare as he walked naked to the bathroom but failed miserably.

After borrowing one of Kane's T-shirts, I padded downstairs to find him in the kitchen and two steaming mugs sat on the counter.

“Perfect timing,” he declared, sliding one toward me. I inhaled the rich aroma of the dark roast coffee as I wrapped my hands around the warm ceramic.

Kane's eyes traveled over me and darkened. “You look good in my clothes, Kitten,” he said, his eyes lingering on my bare legs beneath his shirt.

Heat bloomed in my cheeks. The intensity of his gaze made me feel exposed, vulnerable. But in a good way.

The sound of the shower shutting off upstairs was soon followed by Haze's heavy footsteps as he stomped down the steps.

My lips turned up.

“What?” Kane asked, a smile of his own playing at the corner of his lips.

I shook my head. “I was just thinking how efficient Haze is. He doesn’t dally in the shower.”

Kane grinned. “You’re right about that, Kitten. He’s always efficient.”

Moments later, the man himself appeared in the doorway, hair damp, wearing only jeans that he’d left unbuttoned.

My mouth watered at the sight of water droplets trailing down his chest.

I heard Kane chuckle again and my eyes jumped to his. “You're staring, Kitten.”

“Can you blame me?” I said, feeling my cheeks instantly heat when the words slipped out before I could stop them.

Both men grinned, and I buried my face in my coffee mug.

Kane moved to the fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon. “Hungry?”

I nodded, settling onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

Haze moved around the bar, dropping a kiss on top of my head as he snagged his mug.

God. He was such a sweetheart.

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