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Maybe it’s the insecurities I’ve been facing since Matthew’s attack, or perhaps it’s the fact that I’ untethered in a vast, cold world, but, at thisI could ever hope to possess

Even if for only a short, beautiful time

In Kane’s bedroothe task easier for hi at my bra His movements are deft and sure My brain seene bubbles when cool air hit my breasts as he strips me bare

My hands work at the botto to make the same suave move so I can have access to the skin on his chest, but he’s too big Plus, the way he’s kissingaround

“Kane,” I e to mutter as I turn my face away from his

“Don’t talk, Mollie,” he growls, his hands co into mine “You’ll talk us out of this”

I shake et your damned shirt off, okay?”

Kane grins the most beautiful smile I think I’ve ever seen before he whips that useless piece of cotton off Suddenly, I’ of hair in the middle, and a rock-hard abdo into his shorts

My handsto push the there Yet again, I fuht,a disconnect in my ability

Kane bats ot this”

And he does

By first concentrating on gettinga summer skirt that has an elastic band He drops to his knees, pulling the softinto the soft black locks, and I’m mesmerized by his expression as he stares at the lacy panties covering o tohis hot mouth over my mound

“Jesus,” I gasp as he bloarht there