Page 27 of When He Fights
Her gaze whipped to Kane, and surprise, surprise, that intense stare of his was on her.A candle flickered in the middle of the table, and the light seemed to match the gold buried in his hazel eyes.“About who?”Ana asked, blankly.You?Yes, yes, I cared.Was convinced that I was in love with you two years ago.
“The bozo who asked you to go see the concert.”
“Bozo?”Now she did smile.“What kind of insult is that?”
“Fine.The lucky fucking bastard you’ve been seeing…”
Her smile wiped away.He’d called Turner a bastard, but adding the “lucky fucking” part didn’t exactly seem insulting.It seemed envious.
“Do you care about him?”Kane wanted to know.
To buy herself time to respond, she reached for her drink.The glass felt cool beneath her fingertips, and she slid the umbrella out of the way so that she could get a better sip of the sweet brew.It slid through her, refreshing but with a kick at the same time, and her eyes darted to the crowded dance floor as she…
Well, speak of the devil.
She put the glass down.So hard that it clinked against the table.
“Ana?Do you care about him?”Low and intense.“Because if you do, I…fuck, I won’t get in the way, I won’t?—”
“He’s a bastard.”Flat.“I thought he was nice, but I believe I was mistaken.There was zero chemistry between us.I was planning to break things off before you swept back into my life.”
“Uh, say again?”
“And he’s standing about ten feet away with his tongue shoved pretty far down the throat of his current dance partner, so I’m just going to assume that he has already moved on.He clearly had a backup date ready tonight, and this development certainly makes things easier.”Did it, though?Because, despite her bright words, things felt very awkward.And embarrassing.
And a bit hurtful.
Kane slowly turned his head.Stared at the dance floor.
“He’s wearing the blue shirt,” she supplied.Turner also still had his tongue shoved down the throat of the woman with him.Tongue in her throat.Hands on her ass.
“You were fuckinghim?”Kane’s voice had reached a dangerous, intense degree.It was also a wee bit too loud.She thought about flying across the table and putting her hand over his mouth to shush him.
“That weak-looking asswipe?You were fuckinghim?”
Definitely too loud.Heads turned their way.Shedidhave to half-lunge over the table and put her hand over his mouth.
He frowned at her.
“I did not fuck him.”A whisper.“Jeez, let’s not attract too much attention, all right?I did not fuck him.I kissed him, like, once, maybe twice, and there was zero chemistry.”Now the truth just tumbled all out because…
Seriously?It just tumbled out.Screw the because part.Her feelings were all over the place.“I wasn’t even gonna see him again,” Ana grumbled, and she felt her cheeks heat.“Then you stormed back into my life, and I didn’t exactly want you to know that I’d just been living in the no-sex zone.So, yeah, there’s that.”Her hand was still over his mouth.She was still practically crawling over the table top.“Not like I want you tomistakenlythink that I’ve been hung up on you for all this time.”
Or to think that she still longed for him.
Dreamed about him.
Wondered where he was.If he was happy.If he was?—
His tongue snaked out and licked against her palm.Sensual electricity flooded through her.“Kane…?”
His gaze smoldered.
She should pull her hand back.Yep, one hundred percent, and…
He licked her again.
She shivered.She also did start to pull her hand back because she knew when a situation was getting out of control and this one most certainly was.Time for a quick retreat.
