“Good to know.”
“And, um, lots of other things.”
He was silent for long moments before he said quietly, “Yeah.”
Then he unfortunately pulled out but held me to him as he yanked the covers from under his knees. He set me in the bed on my back but he didn’t move into me. Straddling me, he bent and kissed my breastbone. Then he moved down and kissed between my br**sts. Down and another kiss at my belly. Down and then, one by one, he took off my shoes but when he did, he kissed the arch of each foot before setting my leg back in the bed.
And as he did this, I watched and deep breathed because something was happening. I was too sated from sex and too drunk to know what it was. I just knew it was something.
Something big.
Mammoth.
Colossal.
“Honey?” I called and he moved back up, straddling me, now at my h*ps but he stopped there and reached out an arm, his hand curling around my throat like he’d done those two times after I was kidnapped.
He didn’t speak but his eyes were on me. I saw them through the dark and I felt them.
“Kane?” I whispered when he didn’t move for a long time.
His hand slid from my throat gliding down my chest, between my br**sts to my belly but he did this not saying a word. Then he moved, shifting to my side and settling there. He reached out to yank up the covers before he tucked me tight to his side, his arm not around my waist but up, his fingers cupping the back of my head and forcing my cheek to his shoulder.
“Is everything all right?” I asked his chest.
“Oh yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
Well, that was firm.
I stared at his chest.
Then I whispered a hesitant, “Okay.”
“How drunk are you, babe?” he asked.
“Drunk.”
“So drunk you’re gonna forget tonight?”
“No. I’ve never been that drunk.”
“We’ll see about changin’ that,” he muttered.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’re gonna live life, Red. I’m gonna teach you to suck it dry.”
I took in a deep breath thinking he already was.
Then I whispered again, “Okay.”
“Sleep.”
“Okay.”