Page 71 of Deal with the Devil

What I get in the search result never fails to sober me and my silly heart.

The man isn’t the love-one-woman-for-forever, kind.

He’s just not.

But I’m that woman. I’m the kind of woman who wants that happily ever after. I want to grow old with the man who is really my husband. And I know Kane says this is real, and God, but I want it to be—I just don’t know.

He tips the waiter generously before he closes the door. We have one night, this night, before Kane is booked solid while we’re in New York, Devils Heartbreak under contract to play at a sold-out venue.

He takes one look at me, blue eyes locking on me as he moves from the goods to close the distance between us. Big hands drop to my hips, and he twists me to face the view of the glittering city below, fingertips drifting under my sweater to whisper across the bare skin of my belly as he tugs my back into his front.

“What do you think of New York?”

“It’s nice.”

“But?”

“It’s something to see, but I wouldn’t want to live here.”

“Where would you go if you could go anywhere?”

“Oh,” I groan. “That’s too hard to answer.”

“Give me the top three then.”

“Still too hard.”

He chuckles into my hair. “Sunshine.”

“Venice.” I’m already breathless.How does he do this to me?“Scotland.” His lips whisper across my temple and chills spark across my flesh. “Ireland.”

“Russia?” The way he purrs the word—I feel it deep inside me. A yearning.

“To see your home?”

“Mmm.” His lips roam lower, to my jaw. His hands drift higher, thumbs grazing across the lace underside of my bra.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I want to see where you’re from.”

“Good.” The word is little more than a purr. “I want to take you home. I want you to meet my mother and father. My brothers.”

“Kane.” I suck in air, because he’s tweaking my nipples through my bra now in front of the window where we stand. It’s thrilling to be like this in front of a window in a city so populated, even though I know no one can see us. Sure, there may be thousands of eyes. But there’s thousands of windows and no one bothers to look.

He pulls down the cups of my bra, taking achingly sensitive nipples between his thumb and finger, rolling and pulling and pinching andsoothing with the rough pads of calloused thumbs. I can feel the hard bulge of his arousal behind me, pressing into me, and it spreads liquid heat through my body to pool in my panties.

I moan when he gently bites the curve between neck and shoulder, soothing that with his tongue as a darkly delicious rumble hums in his chest. “I can’t get enough of you, Sunshine.”

“Good.” I arch into him, my body a needy mess of throbbing pulses and aching emptiness that won’t subside until I’m filled by him. “Because I haven’t gotten my fill of you.”

The rumble in his chest morphs into a growl of warning and possession. The sound alone drenches me. “You will never get your fill of me.”

A smile curls my lips, and I just can’t resist challenging him. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Kane drops my breast to reach back and grip my ass in a hard hand. “You haven’t even been thoroughly filled by me, and you think you’ve tasted all I have to offer? Think you’ve had enough?”

There’s a dangerous edge to his voice, a warning I should heed, but I don’t. Deep in the core of me, there’s something twisted and dark, an exciting thrill that hums at the edge I’ve pushed the man to. I want to give him another shove. Want to free-fall with him when he topples over that cliff into a dark and possessive abyss where dagger point thorns coil like barbedwire shackles tangling our bleeding hearts together until I cannot distinguish between which pulsing beat belongs to him or that which sings from the depths of me.

I let my head fall back against the curve of his chest as taunting words slip from my lips. “I’ve had plenty, and I’ve always managed to get my fill. Always managed to write them off one, after the other, after the other.”

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