Page 316 of Ruthless Court
Her breath catches.
I lean closer, then stop.
There’s barely an inch between us.
I could close it.
I don’t.
Not anymore.
Hannah looks at my mouth.
Then my eyes.
She knows exactly what I’m waiting for.
Her fingers slide into mine where my other hand rests on the tailgate.
She squeezes once.
“Kiss me, Kane.”
There it is.
No teasing.
No technicality.
No fear hiding behind another question.
Her choice.
My chest tightens so hard it almost hurts.
I bend toward her.
The first touch of my mouth against hers is soft.
So soft it barely feels like a kiss at first.
More like an answer.
Time stills.
The lights below us blur.
The wind goes quiet.
There is only the warm press of her lips—soft and pink and perfect—and the quiet sound she makes against my mouth.
Hannah exhales, a tiny, shaky breath that tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted.
Her hand rises and settles against my jaw.
I kiss her again.
Still slow.
