“You better hope you’re just as wrong about that as you are about him being the best.” He shook his head. “If not, you’re in a fuck ton of trouble.”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. “I’m not the one who’s completely off base here.”
He stepped closer.
I didn’t move. Not because I wasn’t tempted—every self-preservation instinct I had was waving red flags. But I refused to flinch in front of him.
Kane stopped just inches away, close enough that I could see the way his pupils dilated as his gaze dropped to my mouth.
That small smirk reappeared. “You have a smart mouth for someone in your position.”
“Maybe you should’ve kidnapped someone more agreeable,” I quipped, refusing to back down.
His jaw ticked, and something almost like amusement flickered across his face. “Nah, this is much more interesting.”
My breath hitched.
He reached out and grabbed my arm—just firmly enough to haul me forward until our bodies brushed. His chest was solid as stone, radiating heat, and I hated the way my body responded. My skin tingled with awareness.
His head dipped slightly, and my heart stopped.
I should’ve been terrified by the idea of him kissing me. Or disgusted.
But all I could think about was how good he smelled. How soft his beard looked. How badly I wanted to know what kissing him felt like.
Kane didn’t give me what I wanted, though. Instead, he huffed out a breath and stepped back, releasing me just as abruptly as he’d grabbed me.
The air between us was thick with tension.
“Ten days,” he repeated, turning toward the door.
I stood frozen, humiliated and furious in equal measure. Because I’d expected the kiss.
Even worse, I’d really wanted it.
Just like I’d thought earlier—something was definitely wrong with me.
I jerked my gaze away from the door as it shut behind him and pressed the heels of my hands to my temples. My heart was still pounding, my whole body on edge.
Kane was my kidnapper.
Not some book boyfriend from one of the dark romances I’d read.
Too bad my body hadn’t gotten the message.
6
KANE
Ileft my room with a smile I couldn’t quite shake. The kind that lingered like the taste of good whiskey—warm, sharp, and entirely unexpected. I didn’t smile without a damn reason. Especially not after kidnapping someone. But hell if Savannah Quincy hadn’t lit a fuse in me I hadn’t realized was dry.
I hadn't expected her to fight. I thought she'd scream, cry, plead. But Savannah Quincy had looked me in the eye and gone toe-to-toe with me as though I wasn’t the monster who’d had her drugged and kidnapped less than twenty-four hours ago.
Hell, I was still half hard just thinking about the way her voice had cracked with fury when she told me I was completely off base. She’d been trembling, but she hadn’t backed down. There was fire in her. And my cock, the bastard, had taken it as an invitation.
I couldn’t get her out of my head. The rise and fall of her chest when she got worked up, how pink her mouth was when she snapped back at me. And the way her body had fit against mine when I’d pulled her in.
Fucking hell.My cock had been trying to pick a fight with my jeans the whole damn time.
