Page 11 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

“Oh. I’m sorry… I think.”

I’m not a complete fool, but I’m still in dismay that I could have any effect on a man like Kane. A man. Not a guy. Not an idiot like Charles.

Kane’s one hundred percent breeding stock.

Oh my god. I’ve lost my mind.

“What did I do?” I whisper.

“You know what you do, baby doll. I’m—” his hips thrust upward, pressing a monstrous ridge against me. “I’m five seconds from ripping a hole in those hundred-dollar cock-tease pants and stuffing you ten inches full.”

My Adam’s apple feels stuck. Oh god. I’m so vexed I say the most random thing. “What’s wrong with these tights?”

He leans down, grating his teeth across the shell of my ear. “They’re in my goddamned way.”

He lifts his hips again in a thrust while he simultaneously grinds me down harder on his lap by tightening his arms. “Do you understand what you’re doing to me now?”

No. Yes. Maybe. Lord help me. Virgin alarm is very real.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get warm.”

He presses his open mouth against my temple, inhaling raggedly. “You’re already scorching, Eagle. Too fucking hot for a virgin.”

My face flames, my chest does something weird, contracting and expanding so fast my nipples try to saw through my shirt.

He knows I’m aroused. The way his eyes light, his expression going feral.

I’m stumbling through what to say next when a bolt of lightning splits the sky in half.

Kane’s head falls back, a growl shaking his chest. “The storm. Dammit. I got so caught up in you, I forgot the incoming weather. We’ve got to move out, now.”

Gently, he lifts me off his lap, sliding me into the seat, buckling me up with his peppermint-laced breath intoxicating me. “Stay here, angel. I’ll drive us to the cabin.”

“But your truck?”

“Nothing matters but getting you safe.” A fierce look passes over him as he double-checks the latch on my belt, his entire body tensing—muscles popping out along his arms. “Nothing,” he repeats.

Wow.

Do not even go there, Eagle. He’s doing his job.

Neck muscles corded, Kane shuts the door, moves to the driver’s seat, and spits gravel as he tears away, fisting the wheel as he drives like a madman.

Heading right into the downpour and directly toward my father’s hunting cabin and its one, single-size bed.

FIVE

Kane

Every protective instinct in me is screaming. Shelter. Food. Heat. Safe. Eagle must be safe.

The cabin is dark, almost eerie in the slashing light of the headlights, with the trees whipping violently above it. “The storm’s coming in fast.”

“Is it going to be bad?” Eagle asks from the back seat.

Lungs working double-time because of her mouthwatering scent, I grunt. “Bad enough that you will not be going outside until I say it’s safe.”

Keeping her out of the storm is something I can do. Too bad I don’t know if I can keep her protected from me.

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