And if I’m right, she probably really believes that bullshit she just spewed out of her mouth.
“Fuck it,” I growl, cutting off her muttered panic. Her eyes snap to mine just seconds before I push from my side of the bench seat. My hands frame her face, my fingers curl around the soft hair on the nape of her neck, and I crush my lips against hers.
She gasps, and I use that to my advantage, dipping my tongue into her mouth and caressing against hers. Fuck, her taste is just as addictive as the rest of her. Her scent wraps around me, and just like that, I’m a starved man feasting like it’s the first meal I’ve had in years. I move my mouth to take her bottom lip and bite it softly causing her to let out a moan.
That’s right. Pretend all you want, my timid doe. Throw some bullshit lies at me. I’ll make it my mission to prove to you that this feeling is damn sure real and not some sick joke.
She’s immobile just a second longer before she gives me another moan that causes my cock to harden even more, pressing against my jeans uncomfortably, and then her hands are fisting the cotton of my shirt for seconds.
Our kiss deepens, and when I know she’s just as lost in me as I am in her, I move my hands from her face, use one to unsnap her seat belt before placing them on either side of her hips. She tenses when her belt clangs against the side of the door, but I nibble on her lip again, keeping her focus on me.
The sounds of our breathing echo around us, and unable to wait, I grasp her before pulling her toward my body. One leg goes to either side of my thighs and I use my hold on her body to press her center tightly against my rock hard cock.
Let’s let her try to explain that as disingenuous.
Fuck, the heat from her * hits me a second later, and with a brutal groan, I rock her slightly on my erection. Her hands dig into my hair and tug, giving my scalp a sting before her hips start rocking on their own. Taking what she wants. What I’ll happily give her.
Jesus, Kane. You’re doing nothing but proving her right.
Logically, I know I should pull back before I’m past the point of stopping, but having her body moving against mine and her moans being swallowed by my mouth takes my desire for her to levels I’ve never felt before.
Pulling back is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But if I want to prove to her that I’m not some playboy out for cheap thrills, I need to shut this down now.
“God, Willow,” I pant against her lips, swiping my tongue out for one more taste.
She stiffens when the haze of desire from our kiss lifts and I watch her eyes open and shock begin to etch in her features.
She’s bracing herself. For what, I’m not sure, but I’m going to work my ass off to make sure this look never washes over her features again.
This connection between us is even more powerful than I could have imagined, and now that I have her in my arms, nothing will stop me from making her mine.
“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND,” I gasp. “A pregnant girlfriend, at that.”
Of all the things I could have said at that moment, that’s what I go with. It seems safer than asking him what the heck he’s trying to prove here. Or better yet, safer than to acknowledge the fact his erection is pressing firmly against my wet core. Good God, I don’t know what’s come over me. I have never acted so brazenly.
“I don’t,” he insists, allowing me to climb off his lap.
My eyes narrow, and anger fires my blood. “You most certainly do. I might be na?ve in a lot of things, but pictures don’t lie, Mr. Masters. I would have to be blind to miss the headlines that have been all over the place for the last few weeks.”
“It’s Kane,” he forces through tight lips before the silence returns around us. He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak before closing it and shaking his head again. I can tell by his body language that he’s uncomfortable. I’m assuming that’s because he just tried to cheat on his pregnant girlfriend. Oh God, he did cheat on her. I’m going to be sick. I’ve turned into my sister!
His voice breaks the silence of my inner thoughts. “You can’t believe everything you read in those fucking magazines, Willow. They print what will sell. What will cause people to stop and throw down a few bucks on what really equates to a handful of pages full of bullshit.”
“So you’re saying that every single one of them, plus the online media outlets and television reports, are lies? Just like that?”