Page 2 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

Looking up at me, she shrugs a delicate, tan shoulder, pushing her thick mahogany hair back, making me bite the lining of my jaw like I’m chewing steak.

I want to devour the girl.

My body is producing enough testosterone to power an army. Inside my pants, my dick is inching down my leg, a heat-seeking missile with the target in range.

Fuck. She’s a virgin. Quit that shit.

“I… well,” she pauses, giving me a look that’s somehow embarrassed and defiant. “I told him I’m selling my car. I don’t want it. It’s too much. I just want something simple.”

“Simple…” My eyes disobey and drop down, and down, and down. Past the delicate gold chain with the little heart pendant circling her tender neck, over the high-end clothing, all the way to the cherry red nail polish on her toes.

“Nothing about you is simple, Eagle. You’re a goddamned diamond in a sea of rocks.”

She gulps. I fight a groan.

Watching her shift restlessly, her nipples hardening below that thin shirt in reaction to me, makes me shove my hand in my pocket, pressing my dick down for relief.

“That’s so sweet, Kane.”

Wrong. Not a damned thing about me is sweet. Especially not the turgid beast that’s shredding my boxer briefs.

For a beat, those luminous hazel eyes of hers stray southbound on me as well. Burning my skin below my tactical clothing. Locking on the stacks of muscle. Tracing the veins.

Eagle’s knees drift together, her rough swallow making her tender, youthful throat bob. “I really like this rugged-looking Jeep that I saw in town.”

My brain locks onto that, cogs spinning, chest laboring at the very thought: Is virgin Eagle throwing out a sexual innuendo?

The hallway is ten degrees hotter and a fuck of a lot smaller than it was two minutes ago.

Demanding hormones are gushing through me now, and I like it very fucking much. My brows go up as my voice goes lower.

“Yeah?” I grind out, “You saw something you like?”

A smile ghosts over her pretty, kissable mouth.

I’ll be her rugged Jeep. I’m sure as hell not a Porsche like the one she wants to ditch. There is nothing luxury about me. Except maybe a ride on my dick in the early morning hours when I’m drunk off her warmth and sated from the night before.

Fuck. Yeah. I want that.

Eagle sounds a little breathless as she speaks, undoubtedly because the fire we are kindling is burning all the oxygen. “It’s sturdy, and capable. And a ride like that wouldn’t make people look at me like I’m wealthy?—”

“You are rich,” I rumble, the last acidic word coating my tongue. “Ready to slum with the likes of a mean fucker like me, princess?”

She blinks, a flicker of disbelief widening her eyes. “You’re not slumming, Kane. I mean, I don’t know you well, but you’re such a good employee. Loyal and skilled.”

At killing.

My laugh is dry, humorless. I lean into the space between us. “You have no idea what I’m doing, Eagle.”

She blinks innocently, lips parting.

That’s right. Eye-fucking her innocent little ass all goddamned day is what I’m doing. And she’s too damned naive to know it when she sees the writing on the wall.

I’m sprung for this girl, and my interest doesn’t stop at a passing visual inspection. Obsession is thrumming through my wiring—fuel that’s ready to ignite and blow our very dissimilar worlds sky high.

“What do you mean?” she asks, whisper-soft words driving into me like hot nails from a compressed air nail gun.

“I’m dangerously close to raking my thumb over that freshly bitten lower lip of yours and letting my tongue do what my dick can’t.”

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