Page 365 of Ruthless Court
Warm.
Deepening when I catch his lower lip between mine.
Kane makes a quiet sound.
That sound.
I feel it everywhere.
I shift closer.
His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me against the heat of him.
My fingers slide into his hair.
Soft at the ends.
Thicker near his nape.
I tug lightly.
His breath catches.
Interesting.
I do it again.
“Hannah.”
My name sounds completely different in the dark.
I kiss him before he can say anything else.
No careful overthinking.
No deciding whether I’m doing this correctly.
His mouth is warm and familiar now, and I like discovering what makes his breathing change.
A slower kiss.
A tiny pull away.
Back again.
Kane follows every time.
His hand moves along my back beneath my shirt.
Just skin.
Warm palm.
Slow touch.
Nothing rushed.
Still, every nerve wakes.
