Perfectly Imperfect(31)
“Your eyes,” I tell her.
“Excuse me?”
“Your eyes. They don’t lie. The last two times we’ve been in the same room, your pupils dilate until they almost completely cover all that deep brown color that’s haunted me since the first time I saw them years ago.” I watch shock color her face at my words. Choosing to ignore the question in her eyes at the mention I’ve seen her before, I continue. “You know that feeling you get that causes your skin to dance with goosebumps? You can’t sit here and tell me that feeling is a lie. The rush of pink to your skin, the way your breathing speeds up—all of it, Willow. I see it all now just as I did then and trust me when I tell you, I felt it too and it’s been on my mind since.”
“Years ago?” she questions.
“Yes.”
“When? I would have remembered that.”
“Perhaps,” I evade.
Her eyes narrow when I don’t answer. “You don’t even know me, Kane.”
“I don’t need to know you for my body to want yours. Getting to know who you are on the inside will just be the added bonus.”
Her expression hardens slightly and that light pink blush turns a shade darker. Anger? At me?
“So you just want sex?”
How did we get here? I decided going into this that honesty would be my best path with her. Well, as honest as I can be.
“I would be lying to you if I said I haven’t thought about it, often, but I’m not after cheap thrills here, Willow. I’m not that guy.”
“According to just about every tabloid and member of the media, that’s exactly the type of guy you are. You don’t do relationships, or at least you haven’t publicly had one during the span of your career, until recently. Or so they say. You aren’t seen with anyone who isn’t the picture of perfection and that includes your girlfriend. So forgive me, Kane, if I don’t buy this for one second. Did someone put you up to this? Some sort of sick job at my expense? Does your girlfriend know? I bet they all got a good laugh.” She trails off, and I watch as a look of horror takes over her features. “Oh God, did you even really have a job for Kirby? Is that part of this prank? There’s no way she knew. She would never do that to me.”
Her breathing starts to pick up and that overwhelming feeling to protect her starts forcing its way out. My mind races to keep up with her rushed words. She’s right about most of it. I haven’t been a relationship man, but that wasn’t a choice made out of playboy ways. She thinks this is some joke at her expense? How could this beautiful woman even think that about herself? Can’t she even see what I see?
And then it hits me. Each second of our prior meetings. The way she would fold into herself, the pulling at her clothing, the way she tried to move past me when I blocked the doorway in Logan’s office.
She really can’t see it.
And if I’m right, she probably really believes that bullshit she just spewed out of her mouth.
“Fuck it,” I growl, cutting off her muttered panic. Her eyes snap to mine just seconds before I push from my side of the bench seat. My hands frame her face, my fingers curl around the soft hair on the nape of her neck, and I crush my lips against hers.
She gasps, and I use that to my advantage, dipping my tongue into her mouth and caressing against hers. Fuck, her taste is just as addictive as the rest of her. Her scent wraps around me, and just like that, I’m a starved man feasting like it’s the first meal I’ve had in years. I move my mouth to take her bottom lip and bite it softly causing her to let out a moan.
That’s right. Pretend all you want, my timid doe. Throw some bullshit lies at me. I’ll make it my mission to prove to you that this feeling is damn sure real and not some sick joke.
She’s immobile just a second longer before she gives me another moan that causes my cock to harden even more, pressing against my jeans uncomfortably, and then her hands are fisting the cotton of my shirt for seconds.
Our kiss deepens, and when I know she’s just as lost in me as I am in her, I move my hands from her face, use one to unsnap her seat belt before placing them on either side of her hips. She tenses when her belt clangs against the side of the door, but I nibble on her lip again, keeping her focus on me.
The sounds of our breathing echo around us, and unable to wait, I grasp her before pulling her toward my body. One leg goes to either side of my thighs and I use my hold on her body to press her center tightly against my rock hard cock.
Let’s let her try to explain that as disingenuous.
Fuck, the heat from her * hits me a second later, and with a brutal groan, I rock her slightly on my erection. Her hands dig into my hair and tug, giving my scalp a sting before her hips start rocking on their own. Taking what she wants. What I’ll happily give her.
Jesus, Kane. You’re doing nothing but proving her right.
Logically, I know I should pull back before I’m past the point of stopping, but having her body moving against mine and her moans being swallowed by my mouth takes my desire for her to levels I’ve never felt before.
Pulling back is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But if I want to prove to her that I’m not some playboy out for cheap thrills, I need to shut this down now.
“God, Willow,” I pant against her lips, swiping my tongue out for one more taste.
She stiffens when the haze of desire from our kiss lifts and I watch her eyes open and shock begin to etch in her features.