Perfectly Imperfect(64)
My core clenches, and I drop my head back against the couch with a groan. I bet if I pushed my hand into my pants right now, it would take only a second for me to take care of how hungry I am for him.
That’s it. When Kane gets here, I’ll let him get in the door, but if he doesn’t give me what we both need, I’m going to have to look into natural ways to date rape him.
Forty-five minutes later, I still haven’t been able to stop thinking about all things Kane. I finished packing the rest of my clothes, a few boxes worth of personal items, and my vast collection of romance novels. There was a lot I wasn’t bringing. The house I would be staying in—Kane’s house—was obviously fully furnished, so there wasn’t a need for the majority of my things. My furniture and anything else I didn’t need would either be dumped or given away. Eddie would be home for the next week and had assured me that he would take care of it before turning my keys over to the landlord, who shockingly didn’t give me a hard time about breaking my lease.
At first, Kane had wanted me to move directly into his home. Sam had lived there while working for Kane—obviously, not in the same capacity in which Kane had hoped I would be—but when he had mentioned it to me, it was as natural a thought as breathing. Kane didn’t agree with me when I denied the arrangement. As much as I would have loved to spend every night with him, once I explained to him that I needed to be able to carve out a place for myself, he hesitantly agreed. I say hesitantly, but the pouting he did after giving in to my request would rival Alli on a bad day. I assured him that we could revisit this subject in a few months and that seemed to appease him.
I did agree with him that being near my job would be easier, but with the quickness that our relationship has progressed, it’s important for me to be able to have a place of my own. Not to get away from him, but rather to give us a little sense of normalcy in his abnormal world.
Maybe I’m being a little timid, pulling away without completely doing so to make sure he doesn’t get sick of me being around, but when I really think about it I know I’m making the right decision. We will never be able to date normally. The long period of time when couples go out, get to know each other, and then enter a relationship of love happened in a month for us. Because of his celebrity status, we kept our dating to catered dinners, private screenings of movies not yet released, and hours upon hours of talking. We basically condensed six months of speed dating into just weeks. Because of that, I know I need this space—well, space without real space—to put a little reality into the mix.
The brisk knock on my door makes me jump and let out a little scream of surprise. I had been too busy daydreaming and had lost track of time.
Walking over to the door, I make quick work of the locks and swing the door open. I don’t even get a second to enjoy the view of Kane filling my doorway before his arms are coming around me, lifting me with his hands on my rear, and pushing me into the closest wall. I hear the door slam just before his lips crash to mine.
“I missed you,” he rasps against my lips before kissing a blazing path down my neck.
“You just saw me yesterday morning.” I laugh, fisting his shirt in my hands when the warm heat of his mouth pulls at the bottom of my ear. “But if this is how you tell me hello, we can do this again.”
He makes a rumbling sound of protest and bites my sensitive lobe while rocking his hips into mine.
“Kane?”
He shakes his head and continues to assault my neck in kisses.
“Kane, please.” My hoarse whisper comes out desperate and weak.
His head comes up; those brilliant blue eyes hit mine, and my whole body shudders with the force of his need. His thick hair, blackened with the dim lighting where we stand, looks like he’s been running his fingers through it all day. The stubble on his jaw makes him look even more rugged than normal, but it highlights the sharpness of his features making him look even more handsome.
“I need you,” I tell him. “I can’t wait anymore, Kane, and if you push me away again, it might just kill me. I need you that badly.”
I watch, with satisfaction, as his eyes darken and his jaw slacks with my forwardness. He starts to protest, but I push my hands from their resting place around his neck and slide my fingers into his hair, pulling him to my mouth.
Without letting our lips touch, I keep my eyes trained on his and demand, “I can feel how much you want me, Kane. Stop denying it and take me. All of me.”
His throat works and rapid breaths fan from his thick lips. “I would never deny that I want you, Willow. I’ve wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into your body for weeks, but I have to know you want this just as much as I do. I wasn’t denying you to be cruel, baby. That’s the last thing I wanted to do. I was trying to go slow, give you time, and not rush you into something you might not be ready for.”
“I’ve been ready, Kane. So ready I’m about to go mad.”
“You aren’t scared?”
I push my head back slightly so I can study his face better. The pieces of the puzzle I had lacked finally coming together. He hasn’t been pushing me away; he’s been making sure I wouldn’t regret anything. Letting me learn to walk in this newfound confidence before I could run without abandon. He was letting me heal.
“I needed to know you were ready, and it wasn’t something you were doing because you thought I wanted it, or because it was something I expected. I had to make sure you knew this wasn’t just about a quick f*ck, Willow. It’s killed me, burned my gut to turn you away, but baby, I had to.”