Page 111 of The Auction
“What if I didn’t see you?” His voice is low but jagged. “He was pushing you toward the door, Cassidy. What if he took away from me? Where I couldn’t find you?”
“Shh.” I stroke the back of his neck, threading my fingers into damp hair. “I’m right here. Touch me.”
I need to pull him back from whatever edge he’s standing on. I know exactly what’s running through his mind—how easily I could have been hurt. I want to strip that thought away from him, even if only for a moment.
“Kiss me, Kane.”
I whisper it against his lips, and he does.
The world narrows to the heat between us as our mouths part, tongues sliding together. His hand curves to the back of my head, pulling me deeper into him. He tugs my hair, angling my face so he can take more, and I give it willingly.
He steps forward, and the hard edge of his motorcycle presses into me. His palms smooth down over my ass, fingers tracing bare skin at my thigh before he hooks my leg up over his hip. The slow, deliberate grind of his body into mine makes my breath catch.
“I want you so fucking bad, baby,” he growls against my skin. His mouth trails from my neck to my collarbone, down the line of my chest. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close.
If I weren’t a virgin, I’d let him take me right here, in the shadows, with the fight still raging next door. But I know he wouldn’t—not my first time, not like this.
“If anything ever happened to you…” His gaze locks with mine, so intense it steals my breath. His hand cups my jaw. “It would be the end of me. Cassidy, I?—”
“I’m okay,” I cut in. “I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere.” I press my lips to his again, softer this time. “I don’t ever want to go anywhere.”
Something in his expression shifts, and I think he gets what I’m saying because his arms lock tighter around me, his face buried in my neck.
“Jaxon,” I murmur.
He pulls back, and I can feel a smile curve my lips.
“Take me home and fuck me.”
I run my tongue along his lower lip before he can reply, but he fists my dress again and leans his forehead against mine.
“Say that again.”
My smile grows. “I want you to fuck me.”
“No… the first part.”
I can’t stop grinning now and my eyes bounce back and forth between his. “Take me home.”
She said it so easily—take me home.
Notyourhome. Notmyhome. Just… home.
And I swear to God, I almost choke on it.
Because with her, that’s exactly what it feels like. Like home is wherever the hell she’s standing.
There’s only one problem.
I drove my bike.
And I’ve only got one helmet.
I glance around the lot. If I spot another helmet, I’ll steal the damn thing without thinking twice.
“We could call your driver,” she suggests, pulling me back to her.
I shake my head instantly. “There is no fucking way I’m waiting a second longer than necessary to get you in my bed.”
