fear
that the noise might disturb her neighbors. She didn’t want to give them any
reason to hate her.
“You
said you would be at the club for another half hour,” she huffed in exasperation
as she shut the door behind him.
Her
apartment wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but when Kane walked
in, it suddenly felt even smaller.
“I
couldn’t wait,” Kane remarked, making his way into the apartment.
Couldn’t
wait for what? To come over there and tell her how every decision she’d ever
made was the wrong one? Hell, she knew that already, so he wouldn’t be telling
her anything new.
“For
what?” she asked, flipping the deadbolt before turning to face him.
Oh
hell.
Looking
up into his eyes, Lucie knew her life was about to veer off course yet again.
Chapter Three
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Kane
stared down into the chocolate brown eyes that he’d been dreaming about for the
better part of the last six years. Ever since the first time he laid eyes on
Lucie Werner, he’d been captivated by her delicate beauty. Even more so now than
back then.
“To
do this.” Backing her up against the front door, Kane pressed his body against
hers, trying to contain the hunger that pulsed hot and fast through his
bloodstream. Cupping her head in his hands, he whispered, “I couldn’t wait to
put my mouth on you.”
Expecting
her to move, or even push him away, Kane paused briefly before gently pressing
his lips to hers. He had to keep himself grounded in the moment as soon as her
soft, warm lips met his because the inclination to thrust his tongue deep in
her mouth was overwhelming.
Her
hand lifted to his chest, and he could feel the slight tremor in her fingers
and the heat of her skin through his shirt. He had to coax her lips open with
his tongue, but her resistance wasn’t nearly as strong as he knew she intended.
Once
he delved into her mouth, he licked and tasted every soft, succulent inch of
her, pressing his body more firmly against hers, aligning his rock hard cock
between her thighs and grinding like a damn teenage boy who’d just figured out
what it meant to have a hard on.
Damn
she was hot. There was absolutely nothing reserved or timid about this woman
when she kissed him.
The
urgent scrape of her fingernails against his scalp when she slid her hands into
his hair had Kane pulling her closer, growling into the kiss. There was no
turning back tonight. Since he couldn’t turn back time to relive that moment
from years before, it was high time they made some new memories.
After
long, drugging kisses, Kane reluctantly pulled his mouth from hers but didn’t put
any space between them. When their eyes met, Kane knew there wouldn’t be any
talking tonight. He was confident that’s what she thought he wanted and maybe
somewhere deep down he did want to know why she thought it best to keep such an
enormous secret, but right now, he just needed to feel her. More importantly,
he needed Lucie to give herself to him.
“I
need a shower,” he finally said, as he held her close, his palm pressed into
her lower back, the other on her hip.
After
having been at the bar for fourteen hours, he could smell the revolting stench
of cigarette smoke, beer and the various liquors he poured all night. He knew
she would be able to smell it on him too.
“It’s
down the hall,” Lucie stuttered, not breaking eye contact.
“Show
me,” Kane told her before taking a step back. He fully intended to take a
shower, but he didn’t plan to do so alone.
Kane
could feel Lucie’s reluctance; it billowed around her like a lingering cloud
undisturbed by the forceful winds churning around them. If he guessed, she was
both nervous and anxious, both emotions warring inside of her, and like him,
she wasn’t sure where this was going. He was going to make the decision for her
unless, of course, she told him no.
Kane
wanted her with a gut wrenching passion, but he would never force her. He just
couldn’t sit back
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