Page 267 of Ruthless Court

He guides my right hip back.

“Now drive.”

I take one step.

Kane moves with me.

“Keep the ball protected.”

His hand slides from my hip to my forearm.

My breath catches.

He freezes.

“Still okay?”

The room goes silent around the question.

“Yes.”

His palm travels to my wrist.

He lowers the ball and brings my elbow closer to my body.

“Don’t show it before you decide.”

His breath warms the side of my neck.

I turn my face.

Kane is inches away.

Brown eyes.

Parted lips.

A faint pulse moving in his jaw.

He wants to kiss me.

I see it.

Feel it in the way his fingers tighten once around my wrist.

Then he releases me and steps back.

Cold air takes his place.

“That’s the movement.”

I stare at him.

“That’s it?”

His brows lift.

“What else did you expect?”