No.
“Bite me, Slater,” I growled.
Kane snapped his teeth at me and took a step closer to me. “Tell me where and I’ll be happy to oblige.”
He was very close to me, a hair away from pressing his body against mine. I could smell his cologne and feel his touch without him actually putting a hand on me.
“Kane,” I said then cleared my throat.
He lowered his head. “Aideen?”
“What are you doin’?” I whispered.
Kane smirked. “Call it an act of impulse.”
I swallowed. “You... you better not be thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’.”
Kane winked at me. “I bet our thoughts are pretty identical right now, babydoll.”
Oh.
“Get away from me,” I whispered, “and lose the stupid nickname.”
Kane jostled me closer to him until our bodies finally touched. “Not a chance in hell on both counts, babydoll.”
Before I could put him in his place with a well thought-out threat, Kane covered my mouth with his and just like that all bets were off. Okay, maybe not all bets. The stubborn bitch inside me put up a three or four second resistance against Kane’s mouth. She really did, but she, and the rest of me, was simply no match for Kane’s talented lips and tongue. No match at all.
I caved in to Kane’s kiss and touch and latched onto him with a grip so strong it made him hiss as he pushed me back against the wall behind me. I groaned as a slight stinging sensation spread across my back. I gasped when Kane ran his hands down my sides and around to my behind where he squeezed.
I yelped into his mouth when he lifted me up and pressed his torso against mine, pinning me against the wall with his hips. He kept one arm under me and used his free hand to cup my face.
He kissed me so hard that I wanted to scream at him to stop, but I didn’t. I did nothing but grab at him with my hands and kissed him harder as I tightened my legs around his waist.
He dropped both of his hands to my behind where he squeezed me and dug his fingers into my flesh. Hard. I hissed into his mouth. He swallowed down my hiss and responded with a nibble on my lower lip.
I felt the moment my back was pulled away from the wall and when Kane started to move. He was blindly walking down the hall while still kissing me. I gasped and pulled back from the kiss and looked around.
“Where are we goin’?” I asked, panicked.
I yelped when he quickly lowered me to the ground and grabbed hold of my hand. He mutely turned and began to all but run down the hallway, pulling me along with him. I didn’t speak further because I was trying to keep up with him without tripping and falling on my face. I was in six-inch heels and he was just pulling me along—he wasn’t being considerate towards my short legs or feet at all.
“Where are we goin’?” I repeated, still watching the floor as I stumbled along.
Kane grunted, “My house.”
His house?
“Why?” I asked. “There are plenty of rooms here we could use.”
Kane’s quick steps never faltered as we turned two corners and headed down a long stretch of hallway. “I hate this place; the last thing I want to do is fuck you in it.”
He was going to fuck me!
When we reached the doors we had been walking towards, Kane reached out and pulled one of them open. I winced when the volume of blaring music attacked my eardrums.
“Fuck!” I shouted and pulled my hand from Kane’s hold to slap my hands over my ears.
Kane took a hold of my arm and began to lead me through the club. He was pretty forceful with anyone who got in our way. He had no problem shoving people or shouting at them to ‘move the fuck out of the way.’
He was on a mission and I was apparently his main objective.
The thought made me giddy.
The giddy feeling disappeared when we neared the exit to the club. I pulled Kane to a stop. “Skull is expectin’ me to be in a room in the back waitin’ on him.”
Kane looked down at me and snarled, “I don’t fucking think so.”
He lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and laughed as Kane pushed through the rest of the crowd then through the exit doors. He jogged up the stairs and I moved my hands from his back to my chest.
“Me tits are goin’ to pop out!” I snapped.
He laughed, smacked my arse, and ran up the stairs faster.
“Bastard!” I bellowed but then laughed.
Kane zoomed through the bouncers and people who were still trying to gain entry to the club even though it was nearing closing time. I held my breath and waited for Skull’s voice to call out my name, but it never came.
I didn’t breathe normally until Kane placed me back down on the ground and steadied me by placing his hands on my shoulders. He moved a hand under my chin and used his finger to tip my head up so I could look him in the eye.
“You seem nervous,” Kane murmured.
I swallowed. “I am nervous.”