Page 366 of Ruthless Court

I inhale sharply against his mouth.

He stops.

Immediately.

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

His hand stays exactly where it is.

“Sure?”

I nod.

Then realize he can barely see me.

“Yes.”

He kisses my forehead.

That nearly undoes me more than everything else.

I pull him back to my mouth.

“Don’t get sweet now.”

He smiles against my lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His fingertips trace slowly along my back.

I shiver.

Not cold this time.

My body presses closer before my brain votes.

Heat builds fast.

Too fast.

His mouth moves to my jaw.

Back to my lips.

I slide one hand across his bare shoulder, down the warm plane of his chest.

Kane’s breathing roughens.

So does mine.

This is no longer cuddling.

Not even remotely.

I tug at the hem of my T-shirt.