Page 8 of DOG Part 2
Slipping around her, I grabbed the top and brought it to my chest. “How do you think it would look on me?”
She twisted her lips, trying to act mad but failing horribly. “It would look awful, you big bully. Give me the shirt. I’m keeping it forever.”
“Oh no, you’re not.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me? You can’t just hoard my clothes like that.”
“I’m not hoarding it. In fact I’ve got the perfect place for it that’s got nothing to do with me keeping it.”
“And where would that be?”
“The fire.”
A spark lit in her eye at my words. She liked what I had said. It was obvious. And I liked that she liked it. A Hell of a lot.
I’d never given a girl a shred of ‘Property of Kane’ clothing, but damn it if I wasn’t going to get Kim a whole wardrobe of just that as soon as the whole scuffle with the Arroyos Bandidos was over. She was the first woman I’d felt truly comfortable around in a long time. It was an odd feeling, having that easiness again after so many years, and it was slightly disconcerting. Yet for so long it had been something I’d fought against so desperately, and I was tired of fighting.
I liked Kim. Hell, maybe more than simply liked. I wanted to let it be known that she was mine.
“I’m going to get you some property of Kane panties,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” She crossed her arms.
“So that I can tear them off with my teeth before eating you out.”
She blinked heavily, obviously aroused by my statement. “Well, um,” she stuttered. “What makes you so sure I’m okay with that?”
“Lean back and open your legs. Let me ask you if you’re okay with that while I’m working on you.”
“Kane,” she gasped, blushing.
I laughed. God, seeing her flustered was the biggest turn on in the world.
“I’m serious,” I said, turning to the fireplace and throwing the shirt in. The flames were still high, flicking around the log I’d put in right after finishing cooking up breakfast.
Kim gasped. “I can’t believe you actually did that!”
“I’m serious,” I said again, softly turning back to her.
And I was. It was hard to believe myself, but there was no other woman in the world like Kim Banner. She was smart, funny, and held her own, and I wasn’t about to let her go. No matter what.
“You’re so silly,” she huffed.
“You like it.”
She turned her face away, trying to hide.
“Oh, youloveit,” I said, crawling up to her and kissing her shoulder, making her laugh. “Now lay back.”
“What for?”
“You’ll see,” I whispered, slipping a hand between her legs.
“You burned my favorite shirt,” she pouted, the last word coming out on top of a gasp.
“You look better without a shirt on.”
“But,” she started, but then let out a moan instead.
“You were saying?”
“Never mind,” she gasped, collapsing back onto the pile of pillows.
