Page 73 of When He Fights
Kane had been positively adorable with his dramatic exit.All intense and dark and dangerous.
Did he not get how hot she found that to be?How hot she thought he was?
Didn’t he understand her at all?
Maybe it was time to make the man understand.She’d put her pride on the line two years before.Why the hell not go for round two?Especially when the reward was so high.
She crossed the room.Opened the door.Kept her chin up and ignored the chill and the goosebumps that chased over her body.When you were walking around in just your underwear, you had to be prepared for a bit of a chill.
Her bare feet made no sound as she trekked out of the bedroom.The lush carpeting quieted her steps.She went into the den.At least, Ana figured the massive room was a den.Her gaze darted first to the white couch.
No Kane.
Her gaze leapt up, and she searched the room.She saw Kane.His back was to her as he stood in front of the pool table.He leaned over the table, with his hands gripping the sides.
She took a quick step toward him.
“Ana, stop.”He didn’t look back.
How had he known she was there?
“You need to go back to the bedroom.This isn’t a good idea.”
Maybe not.But she didn’t care.
“You don’t get how weak my control is.”
Another step toward him.“What are you assuming?”Ana wanted to know.Her voice was breathless.Maybe a little scared.Fair enough, she was a little scared.“That I came rushing out here to seduce you?”
His powerful shoulders tensed.He gripped the pool table harder.
“Maybe I just wanted a glass of water.Something to quench my thirst.”Another step.“Quite arrogant of you to think that I came running in here because I wanted to make that control of yours snap into a million pieces.”
“I’ll get the water.I’ll bring it to you.”Kane whirled.“You should just—Ana.”
“Yeah, I don’t want water.”Her hands remained at her sides.Her fingers fluttered.Strummed.“I came running in here because I wanted to make that control of yours snap into a million pieces.”
He backed up—tried to, but there was nowhere to go, not with the pool table right behind him.“Ana, you aren’t wearing clothes.”
“I am, Captain Obvious.I’m wearing a bra and panties.”She took her time closing in on him.His eyes were on her body, drinking her in.But it wasn’t the grandrush-at-me-and-kiss-me-like-your-life-depends-on-the-actresponse she’d wanted.
Fair enough, she’d just have to work harder.
Ana stopped right in front of him.
“Ana.”A warning.A delicious growl.
She took one of his hands and put it on the edge of the pool table.Then she caught the other hand.She raised it to her mouth, and she parted her lips.She took his index finger inside.Licked.Sucked it.A long, slow suck.
His pupils flared.“Ana.”
She put that hand on the pool table’s edge, too.“Hold on, would you?No touching me.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Oh, I think you know.”She reached for the snap of his jeans.Undid the snap, eased down the zipper.
“Ana, I am trying to be good.”
