Page 38 of Deal with the Devil

“Go on,” he urges, but there’s a taunt to it that I just can’t back down from. “Tell me about living with a woman. This woman.” His breath is warm on my neck as he leans close to whisper against my pulse. “Tell me, Sunshine, the secrets to living withmywoman.”

Oh boy.

My breath shudders on an exhale, but I push through it, determined to match him while ignoring the way I freaking love how he just called mehiswoman. Ahh, but I shouldn’t love how decadentlydelicious that sounds. How sweetly—wrongly—achingly addictive that possessiveness is.

There are things wrong with me. Very, very wrong.

“She likes a lot of things.”

“Like?” His lips brush my skin, the first and only contact he’s made with me yet this morning. It ignites me. “Tell me what makes you smile. What you like. What will make this cohabitation peaceful.”

“I like knowing a big man is here at night, every night.” A deep murmur rumbles in the space between us, stroking me like a physical caress. “I like feeling safe.”

“More.”

“I like hot baths late at night, with candles, scented water, and bubbles.”

“Mmm.” A flick of his tongue against my fluttering pulse, and wet pools in my panties. “Go on.”

I bite back a moan. “I like learning about you.”

“We’re learning about you right now, Sunshine.”

“Oh.” Another shuddering breath. “I like—I like…”Why can’t I think?

“You like?”

“When you kiss me.”Well, poop, I’ve really gone and done it now. My mouth runs away from my thoughts. “You don’t do it enough.”

Boundaries meet obliteration.

“I’ll rectify that immediately.”

I pull away when he moves in to claim my mouth,because I started this with a purpose, and I’m not finished until I’m finished.

“Ah-uh.” I touch his lips with my fingertip, shaking my head as his eyes snap to my mouth. A cool, dark hunger simmers in the deep. My damn panties are probably drenched. “First rule is to listen to her, though, and you’ve already failed.”

A brow lifts. “How?”

“I told you to turn around and come close. You never turned around.”

With a curious look, Kane does as he’s told. As soon as he gives me his back, I lift my hands and begin working the knots of his muscles. The man’s chin drops into his chest, and he murmurs a low, delicious growl of pleasure that I imagine he’ll make when he’s coming unstitched inside me.

Ah.No! Nevaeh, no.

You can’t sleep with your fake fiancé!

But I can fantasize.

Which is why I’ve ordered two vibrators. Thankfully, both will arrive sometime today.

I work the tension from his back until my hands are aching. When he turns back to face me again, he looks a little more refreshed. A little less on edge. And the hard around his eyes is soft now, almost sleepy.

“Thank you.” It’s a real, genuine gratefulness that has my chest feeling full. As though it’s expandingwith something—with him, maybe, because he’s invading faster than I thought possible.

“Welcome.” I clear my throat because I’m starting to feel too much. Hot all over is just one thing I’m feeling. I need a shower. “I should go get ready for the day.”

Kane stops me from sliding off the counter when he doesn’t move his big body from between my legs. Instead, he murmurs roughly, “Now, about that kiss.”

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