Fuck, I’m hard, straining against the front of my jeans. I want her so badly. Want to get her naked and taste every inch of her skin.
But then she pushes my shoulder, half sitting up, pulling her dress up to cover those glorious tits. “Shit, Kane. I’m so sorry, I can’t do this.”
I feel bereft already. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”
She shifts herself up the bed, covering her face with her hand, unable to look at me.
“I’m so sorry. I know I’ve given you completely the wrong signals, but I can’t have sex with you tonight. I mean, we just met, and it wouldn’t be right of me.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I understand.”
I hate to see her looking so torn. I prefer her sexy and wanton and having fun. I don’t understand why we have to stop, not really, but I respect her wishes.
“Holly, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want to be deep inside you, listening to all the noises you make as you come, but if that’s not what you want right now, I get it. You’ll make me wait, and I will wait, because you seem like the type of woman worth waiting for.”
“Really, you mean that?”
I slide onto the bed with her more fully, and lean in and kiss her. I want the hungry, desperate kisses again, but hold myself back, my lips soft, tongues barely there.
I break the kiss. “Hell, I’m happy just to be here with you. We don’t have to do anything else.”
“You mean it?”
She stares into my eyes, and I’m swept away in their innocence. Something about her makes me want to protect her,to stand guard against any of the bad in the world. I want to hear that deep laugh of hers and dance with her on the street.
“Of course I mean it.”
I pull her into my arms so we’re spooning. I have to angle myself so the length of my erection doesn’t push into the small of her back—I’m trying to be good, but I’m still a red-blooded male in bed with a sexy woman. I don’t want to scare her off, however.
If she wants to wait, then I’ll wait as long as she needs.
9
HOLLY
“Mum? We’re home!”
I burst upright in bed, my brain trying to piece together everything that happened. Oh, shit. I still have Kane beside me in bed, half naked and starting to stir. I got carried away with the feeling of having someone holding me while I slept, that intimacy I missed for so long, and never quite got around to telling him it was time to leave.
And now Dylan is home. Early.
Shit, shit, shit.
Mike is supposed to have him until six PM on a Sunday. That’s the agreement. I take the briefest moment to glance at the clock. It isn’t even eight in the morning yet. What the hell is Mike playing at?
“Mum?” The shout comes again. I’m normally an early riser, but the wine I drank, combined with Kane being here, made me sleep later than normal.
“Just coming!” I shout back, and Kane jumps.
He looks over quizzically, and I place a finger to my lips.
“What’s going on?” he hisses at me.
“I’m so sorry. But just stay quiet, okay? Or go hide in the bathroom or something.” My voice matches his hiss. “My ex has brought our son home early. They’re here right now.”
His eyebrows lift. “Your son? You have a son? Was that something you just happened to forget?”
”Please.” I’m begging. “I can’t do this right now. Just lay low until I can get this sorted.”
