I’d been with men who were in shape before, but never like this. Kane’s body was rock solid and I felt a sudden, powerful craving to feel the skin and muscle beneath his clothes.
His lips left mine and I moaned softly, missing the closeness. He pulled back enough for our eyes to meet, leaving his hand locked around my waist.
I liked what I saw swimming in the depths of his dark eyes. It was hunger–for me, and it matched burn inside me right now.
“Come inside,” I said, my tone barely a whisper.
The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “I’m not coming in, Viv.”
I visibly deflated with disappointment, my shoulders dropping. Kane brought his free hand up to my cheek, brushing his thumb across my cheekbone . . . down to my jaw line . . . over my lips.
Closing my eyes, I reveled in his gentle touch. For this burly, often gruff man to be caressing me this way made me hot in a way I’d never been. I ran my hands up his chest, the carved lines of muscle turning my breath into shallow pants.
He cupped my cheek in his hand and brought his mouth back to mine. I moaned again and pressed myself against him, letting my tongue tangle with his in a dance that had my pulse pounding.
When his hand slid from my waist down to cup my backside, I gasped into his mouth and pressed my fingers into his neck, needing to pull him closer. His lips lift mine but stayed close.
“Did you enjoy tonight?” he asked, his breath warm on my lips.
I let out a single note of incredulous laughter. Was he really unsure?
“Yes. Very much,” I finally said.
“Me too. Are you free next Friday night?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll call you.” He brushed his thumb over my lips one more time before stepping back.
I held myself in check, not letting out the groan of the frustration I was feeling. Before our date, I’d been interested in Kane. Intrigued. I was long past that now. His dark, calculating gaze and silent detachment held me captive.
I’d never been out with a man like him. In fact, I always went for his opposite–friendly, warm and eager.
Kane didn’t wear his warmth on his sleeve. He kept it buried deep inside. And that made seeing it all the more special. That soft brush of his thumb over my lips and his gentle, exploratory kiss had made my panties wetter than any other man ever had by groping me.
I unlocked my door and pushed it open, glancing over my shoulder in hopes he’d change his mind about coming in.
“Night, Viv,” he said. His expression was tender and commanding at the same time, telling me to go inside and not tempt him further.
I glanced at his crotch, unable to help myself. The large bulge resting against his thigh told me he wanted more as much as I did. I tried not to smile, but the urge won out.
He saw, and a smile crept onto his lips, too.
“Goodnight,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.
He held my gaze for one more delicious second and then turned to go. I watched him, my grin getting bigger as he hustled down the steps and into the waiting car. Len clapped him on the shoulder as he slid in and closed the door.
I pushed my door shut and locked the deadbolt, leaning against it and sighing happily. Next Friday night couldn’t come soon enough.
I SCANNED THE EMAILS IN my inbox and sighed. Monday was hitting hard already. I’d answered some emails from home over the weekend, but I still had eleven that I needed my work files to answer.
After a fortifying sip of my latte, I got started. It took a conscious effort to stop my mind from wandering to the Friday night kiss. I’d been smiling over it all weekend–even when I was cleaning and working out.
“Look at you,” Cara said, walking into my office and sitting down in a chair in front of the desk. “Smiling on a Monday morning? It has to be because the date went well.”
“It did.” I met her eyes across my desk and smiled wider.
“You told me almost nothing in your texts. So start at the beginning and tell me everything.”
“I would, but I have lots of emails to get out before I go to court.”
Cara arched a brow, amused. “You want me to leave?”