around, there wasn’t even a place someone could hide and watch. Which made what he was about to do damn near inexcusable, but that didn’t stop him from doing it.
Grasping her shoulder, Kade spun Kathleen around, his hands pressed to the wall on either side of her head as his body closed in on hers.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
“Making it look good,” he said. “Pretend you like me and I’ll do the same.”
He couldn’t resist her. Even here in the back alley, her elusive scent teased him. Leaning into her, he nuzzled her neck where the scent was potent. Kade’s eyes slid shut. This was what he remembered. The last time he’d smelled that was when he’d been in her apartment the morning after Blane disappeared. She’d been sleepy and rumpled from bed and he’d had her pinned to the wall just like this.
“Put your arms around my neck.” He wanted her to touch him. Her hands tentatively rested on his shoulders. The slim fingers clutching at the leather of his jacket made him wish he had on fewer layers.
“Blane’s not going to like you doing this,” she said in his ear.
No fucking kidding. “Blane told me to keep you alive. This nut job needs to think you and Blane are through, that you have no influence over him. So I’ll do what I have to do.”
He slipped his hands inside her coat, already knowing how well she fit in his palms. The curve of her waist, flare of her hip—all of it had been committed to memory. But memory hadn’t done justice to the feel of her, the softness of her skin, the sweet brush of her breath against his ear.
Tasting her was imperative and he no more could have resisted than if someone had pulled a gun on him and ordered him to step away. He pressed his lips against her neck. Once, twice, a third time.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered.
Kade forgot everything—where they were, why he was doing this. He was blind and deaf to all but the woman in his arms.
He pressed closer, working a leg between her thighs. Desire coursed through his veins as he nipped at her delicate collar bone, moving toward the tantalizing swell of her breasts bared by the deep V of her shirt.
His tongue traced the line of skin at the edge of the fabric, dipping between her breasts as his hands moved to cup her ass. His dick ached inside the confines of his jeans. Kade pulled her hips closer and heard the soft gasp from her lips as his thigh connected with her pussy. He could almost pretend he could feel the heat of her through the fabric separating his skin from hers.
Kathleen was breathing hard now, her fingers threading through his hair in a way that made him have to swallow a groan.
He didn’t even think. He just spoke. “You taste like cotton candy and smell like spring after a storm,” he murmured against her skin.
And those must have been the magic words because while she hadn’t been pushing him away, now she melted into him like warm caramel. It was amazing, exquisite, and left him wanting more.
Which was precisely when reality hit like a ton of fucking bricks. What the fuck was he doing? Judging by how things were going, in another two minutes he’d have her pants off and be fucking his brother’s girlfriend in a goddamn alley. He was supposed to make sure she hated him. She was pretty far from hating him right now. Instead, she was clinging to him like a vine while he licked her neck and tried to see if he could keep one hand on her ass and pull her neckline down with the other hand so he could suck her nipple into his mouth.
He said the first hateful thing that popped into his head. “Do you always melt for a man who’ll fuck you up against a wall?”
Kathleen stiffened immediately, a sharp gasp issuing from her lips, and this time it wasn’t one of pleasure. Her fingers were still threaded through his hair and she fisted a handful, causing a sharp pain in Kade’s scalp. He welcomed the pain. She should knee him in the balls for that one.
She pulled on his
Grasping her shoulder, Kade spun Kathleen around, his hands pressed to the wall on either side of her head as his body closed in on hers.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
“Making it look good,” he said. “Pretend you like me and I’ll do the same.”
He couldn’t resist her. Even here in the back alley, her elusive scent teased him. Leaning into her, he nuzzled her neck where the scent was potent. Kade’s eyes slid shut. This was what he remembered. The last time he’d smelled that was when he’d been in her apartment the morning after Blane disappeared. She’d been sleepy and rumpled from bed and he’d had her pinned to the wall just like this.
“Put your arms around my neck.” He wanted her to touch him. Her hands tentatively rested on his shoulders. The slim fingers clutching at the leather of his jacket made him wish he had on fewer layers.
“Blane’s not going to like you doing this,” she said in his ear.
No fucking kidding. “Blane told me to keep you alive. This nut job needs to think you and Blane are through, that you have no influence over him. So I’ll do what I have to do.”
He slipped his hands inside her coat, already knowing how well she fit in his palms. The curve of her waist, flare of her hip—all of it had been committed to memory. But memory hadn’t done justice to the feel of her, the softness of her skin, the sweet brush of her breath against his ear.
Tasting her was imperative and he no more could have resisted than if someone had pulled a gun on him and ordered him to step away. He pressed his lips against her neck. Once, twice, a third time.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered.
Kade forgot everything—where they were, why he was doing this. He was blind and deaf to all but the woman in his arms.
He pressed closer, working a leg between her thighs. Desire coursed through his veins as he nipped at her delicate collar bone, moving toward the tantalizing swell of her breasts bared by the deep V of her shirt.
His tongue traced the line of skin at the edge of the fabric, dipping between her breasts as his hands moved to cup her ass. His dick ached inside the confines of his jeans. Kade pulled her hips closer and heard the soft gasp from her lips as his thigh connected with her pussy. He could almost pretend he could feel the heat of her through the fabric separating his skin from hers.
Kathleen was breathing hard now, her fingers threading through his hair in a way that made him have to swallow a groan.
He didn’t even think. He just spoke. “You taste like cotton candy and smell like spring after a storm,” he murmured against her skin.
And those must have been the magic words because while she hadn’t been pushing him away, now she melted into him like warm caramel. It was amazing, exquisite, and left him wanting more.
Which was precisely when reality hit like a ton of fucking bricks. What the fuck was he doing? Judging by how things were going, in another two minutes he’d have her pants off and be fucking his brother’s girlfriend in a goddamn alley. He was supposed to make sure she hated him. She was pretty far from hating him right now. Instead, she was clinging to him like a vine while he licked her neck and tried to see if he could keep one hand on her ass and pull her neckline down with the other hand so he could suck her nipple into his mouth.
He said the first hateful thing that popped into his head. “Do you always melt for a man who’ll fuck you up against a wall?”
Kathleen stiffened immediately, a sharp gasp issuing from her lips, and this time it wasn’t one of pleasure. Her fingers were still threaded through his hair and she fisted a handful, causing a sharp pain in Kade’s scalp. He welcomed the pain. She should knee him in the balls for that one.
She pulled on his
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