Page 98 of Second Shot

God, he’ssexy.

He kisses me, and I do my best not to wince, but he must feel it, because he pulls back, his gazequestioning.

There’s a small scab on my lip from where Felix hit me. I was able to cover the bruise with make-up, but I know the second he seesit.

He sits up, pulling me with him, his fingers roaming over my face. “What the hellhappened?”

I sigh, placing my palms on his chest. “You promise not to getupset?”

“I’m already upset.” I can see the fire in hiseyes.

I tell him what happened. Every detail. Not wanting to keep anything from himanymore.

“He hit you?” Kane starts to get out of bed, but I grab hishand.

“I hit him first if that makes you feel any better,” I say lightly, but he doesn’tsmile.

“And why the hell does Kiley have agun?”

“It wasn’tloaded.”

He drags his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you. Not withher.”

“This wasn’t Kiley’s fault. I don’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t beenhere.”

His jaw muscle pulses rapidly. “You should have called thepolice.”

“He won’t be back.” I don’t tell him that I was worried about Kiley getting introuble.

“You don’t know that. We should at least put a restraining order onhim.”

“If he tries contacting me again, I’ll think about it. But I really think Kiley scaredhim.”

Kane sighs, then leans back against the headboard and closes his eyes. “God, I hate leavingyou.”

“And I hate you leaving.” I move, slinking across his body so that I’m straddling him, and running my fingers down hischest.

“You missed me?” He lifts abrow.

“Maybe a little.” A smile tugs at my lips as I lean over and kiss his chest, dipping my fingers into the waist of his pants, hoping to divert his attention. He lifts his hips as I shift his pants down, allowing his already hard cock to springfree.

“I think you missed me more than a little.” His hands slink under the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing. His palms run over my thighs, then grip myhips.

I shrug, like his touch doesn’t send a thousand little sparks of ecstasy shooting through my body. But when his hand moves further up, cupping my breasts, his thumbs flicking my already hard nipples, I can’t help the small cry that escapes mylips.

“Admit that you missed me.” His hot mouth takes my nipple and I whimper. He gives a small, almost painful suck, then says, “Admit it, or I’m going to have to remind you how much you really missedme.”

“Maybe I need to remindyou.” I wrap my arms around his neck, lifting up and positioning his cock at myentrance.

“Jesus,Brynne.”

I slide down on his rock-hard warmth, groaning as I take every delectable inch of him. His fingers grip my hips and he lets out a moan of hisown.

“My God. What you do tome.”

I raise my arms when he pulls my t-shirt up and over my head, then tosses it across theroom.

“Too much clothing,” he murmurs, his mouth finding my nipple again, his large arms wrapping around my back, one hand gripping my ass as I start to move on top ofhim.

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