Page 292 of Midnights
My breathing's a mess. My chest rising and falling faster than I want it to. Every inch of me reacts under his stare. And the bastard knows exactly what he's doing. He tilts his head, dragging his eyes over me like he’s peeling me apart layer by layer, stripping me down with just a look.As if I wasn’t already unraveled.
I can't move. I’m rooted to the spot, caught in his stare like a moth to a flame.
The tingling is back, or maybe it never left. I honestly can’t tell if it’s my magic or if it’s just him? Hell if I know, but I shove it down, forcing myself to focus.
Not that it helps.
His dark hair falls around his face, framing those sharp cheekbones in a way that makes my mouth go dry. I swallow hard, searching foranythingelse to focus on.And Failing. Miserably.
And then he moves. His eyes lock onto mine as he begins his slow descent down the staircase, one slow, stupid step at a time.
I’m still openly staring when his smirk deepens. “Like what you see, Princess?”
And then he fucking winks, followed by a low chuckle that rolls over me like a caress. My whole body tightens as heat threatens to consume me whole. All I can do is breathe.
I blink, desperate to reboot my brain, but it’s fried beyond repair.
“What? No. I mean, yes, but that’s—”
Jesus. The words tumble out in a frantic mess, and I want to throw myself into the sun.What the actual fuck was that?
Kane’s grin widens like I just handed him a gift. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, and I can tell he’s trying to bait me.And it’s working.
“I know you want me.”
Fucker.
My mouth parts while my brain scrambles for a response. Of course I want him. Look at him. But I can't tell him that. “No! I don’t, actually!”
That was too defensive. Way too defensive.
His brow lifts, and I can see the smug amusement on his face. His silence drags out just long enough to let me bury myself deeper. I know without adoubt that he's going to ruin me and I jolt back on instinct, right into the table. My breath stumbles, and his smirk only widens when he notices.
I lift my hands, intending to shove him away, but the second my palms land on his chest, he leans in instead.
Oh Shit.
Heat radiates off him, burning through the thin fabric of his T-shirt, searing into my fingers. Into me.
“Are you sure about that?”
Okay, fine. I can admit that I missed his arrogant ass… a little. Not that he needs to know that. But he's right. I want him. Desperately.
My heart pounds as he holds my stare, and the heat in his eyes is impossible to look away from.Talk about a literal wet dream.
I've been wound tight since that dream in the tub, so when he steps in close, blocking every exit, I sink onto the edge of the table. His hands cage me, and then his voice drops—dragging the air right out of my lungs.
“I've wanted to do this all morning.”
His lips crash into mine, like all the holding back has been its own twisted game. Now that he has me, he's not wasting a second. And fuck, like I'm any better. Weeks of pretending snapped in an instant. I don't just want him, I need him.
I answer him with fire of my own, sliding my tongue against his, daring him to take more. He bites down on my lip, and the sting shoots straight through me. His hand grips the back of my neck, forcing me to tilt until he's in control, devouring me like he owns every inch of me.
And, Gods help me, I let him.
I suck on his tongue, just to see if he’s thinking the same filthy shit I am. And judging by the growl vibrating in his chest, he is.
His grip tightens. His hand trails up my waist, burning in its wake, before sinking into my hair. He yanks, sharp enough to make me gasp and to remind me exactly who's in control.
