Page 100 of Midnights
Shit.
“Youreallydon’t want to do this.” I warn again, holding my hands up like I’m surrendering and my voice wavers slightly, betraying me.
He takes a slow, calculated step forward.
“I promise you’ll regret it.” I add, desperate now.
He hums, pretending to consider it.
“Really, Princess? Because I think that it’s exactly what I want to do.”
The way he says it, all dark and smooth, is making me think very dirty things. His voice digs under my skin, settling in places it has no business being.
My pulse spikes again, and the heat in his eyes is different this time. It’s unfiltered and raw.
I'm suddenly one hundred percent certain I’m out of my depth. If I don’t get control of this situation fast, I’m going to do something stupid. Like… I don’t know. Throw caution to the wind and climb him like a goddamn tree.
I fake left, and the second Kane shifts to catch me, I dart to the right. To my utter delight, he actually falls for it. Which I'm taking as a small victory.
I make a break for the sink and my heart pounds like a war drum. The second I make it, I grab the sprayer, turn the water on, and spin right as the towel snaps against my leg.
I scream, laughing, as the cold spray hits both of us, soaking through our clothes. He’s quick, he’s on me in an instant.
Water flies everywhere, drenching the counters, the floor,us.
I twist, refusing to let go, but I never really stood a chance. I should’ve surrendered the second he came after me. But apparently, common sense has left the building, and I'm blaminghimentirely for it.
His deep, rich laughter rolls through the kitchen, and damn him, it’s contagious. I try to pivot and regain some ground, but it’s too late. He catches my wrist, holding the sprayer with ridiculous ease. When he presses into me, his body is solid as he traps me against the counter.
His chest is hot against my soaked shirt and I can feel his hard muscle effortlessly caging me in place.
“Let go, Princess,” he purrs. His voice drips with a lethal mix of playfulness and something darker. His breath fans over my skin, trailing down the back of my neck like a slow burn, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I should tell him to back off, or at the very least push him away.
Instead, I do neither.
His grip tightens and it’s enough to remind me how easily he could turn things if he wanted. I can feel every inch of him.Every. Single. Inch.
Well, if I wasn’t wet before, I sure as hell am now. Ineverypossible way.
“No way,” I manage, though my voice comes out breathier than I’d like.
Kane’s lips graze the shell of my ear. His voice is rougher this time. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
It sends a jolt of heat right to my core. I swear the air around us shifts once again, like something is building beneath the surface, pressing against the edges of reality, waiting to snap.
I push the thought aside, but the words are falling out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Maybe I like danger,” I whisper, betraying the calm I’m so desperately clinging to. “And I'm not scared of you.”
A bold-faced lie.
The scary truth is, I have no idea what I’d let him do.
His low chuckle rumbles through me, sending another shiver coursing through my body.
“You have no idea what you’re getting into.” His voice is thick with warning.
