stated. “Some men can get aroused if the wind blows the right way.”
He snorted. “I assure you I have more control than that, except around you. Do you understand how perplexing that is? How frustrating to want the one woman you shouldn’t? To crave to the point of ignoring common sense?”
He couldn’t be talking about me. It had to be lie. Yet I felt him throbbing against me. I remembered that hardness inside me. Pushing and thrusting.
He’d won the bet with Darryl, so why was he trying to convince me? “What do you want from me?”
“You.”
“Liar,” I whispered, hating how badly I wanted to forgive him.
“Loving you is probably the one thing I can’t lie about.” His fingers gripped my head, threaded through my hair, holding me rapt and breathless.
“You don’t love me.”
“Trust me, I wish I didn’t,” he muttered before dragging me upwards for a kiss. A deep one, with more French in that moment than I’d learned in all my years of taking it in high school.
Somehow, we ended up in the backseat of his car, the leather warming up as he’d started the engine. Yet that didn’t account for all the heat. The chill in me was gone. The moment we touched it was as if passion exploded.
My skirt went up, my panties didn’t get pulled aside so much as ripped. I had one foot on the floor of the car, the other bent and in the air, toes almost touching the roof. Kane kissed me, and I felt him pressing against me.
Wanting me again already?
He thrust into me, and I arched under him. He filled me so perfectly, stretching me and touching me in a place that brought a shudder. His lips found mine in a kiss that never ended as he ground into me, pushing his tip against the spot that had me shuddering over and over.
I clung to him and panted into his mouth. Panted his name. “Kane.”
He pulled out and slammed in, drawing a sharp cry. Again. I welcomed each slam. Squeezed tight. And this time when I came, I screamed so loud there was no sound. Just me arched in absolute pleasure and his mouth sucking at my shoulder where the flesh lightly throbbed.
He let go of me slowly, as if savoring every last tremor.
I shook from the intensity.
Insane. So public.
I glanced around, wondering if anyone watched. Please don’t let me end up with a sex video on the internet.
Twice now, I’d done the wild thing with Kane in the parking lot. What had come over me? Moon madness? A glance to the sky showed the fullness only through a cloudy curtain.
Kane stood outside the car, already tucked away, and there I was splayed like…
I scrambled upright and shoved down my skirt. My panties were gone. My hair a wild mess. Kane held out his hand to me and helped me from the car.
With his cum running down my leg, it occurred to me that we’d not used protection.
I almost fainted.
20
Oh. Shit.
Kane’s expression creased. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom. We didn’t… I’m not… Oh no.”
It took him a moment before his expression cleared and he smiled. “One, I’m clean. Two, I’m tied, so no accidental babies.”
According to him. What if he was wrong? What if he had super duper sperm? I couldn’t become a mom again at my age.
My breath began to frost as a chill moved to beat the heat.
“It’s coming,” I huffed, the syllables hanging like icicles.
“What is?” he asked.
“The Chill. My enemy.” With anyone else that might have sounded odd, but I knew Kane understood.
He lifted his face to the night air, closing his eyes and tilting his head side to side as if listening, sensing, even tasting. The man I’d had inside my body, and still a stranger in so many respects.
“So that’s The Chill. You have nothing to fear,” he stated.
“You recognize it?” The words were so cold I could have shattered them. The freezing nature of the air intensified, and I hugged myself, only to have Kane notice and draw me into his body.
“I do, and while frightening, it’s harmless to you.”
“Doesn’t feel harmless. I’m pretty sure it wants to kill me.”
“Don’t be frightened by it.” His fingers wrapped around mine. The Chill receded. “I’ll take you home.”
“I’m still mad at you.” A stupid thing to say since we’d had sex again.
“Then punish me.”
“You’d like that,” I grumbled.
“If you were the one wielding the whip? Yes. Because it would lead to me worshipping you until you forgive me.”
A man