Page 36 of The Enforcers: KANE

She said, “Um, dating tip—when you accidentally find your date half-naked, you’re not supposed to stare at her like she’s in a porno.” Because that hungry look in Kane’s eyes was sending shivers all down her body and making her want to rip the rest of her clothes off right fucking now.

Kane didn’t take his eyes off her breasts. “I can’t help it,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.”

Tank top. She needed to put on her tank top. But her hand wouldn’t move. He thought she was beautiful. And, God help her, she just wanted him to throw her on the bed and ravish every inch of her.

“Thanks?” she said, wishing she could get her breath. “Dating tip #2: you’re supposed to look women in the eye when you’re telling them they’re beautiful.”

“Really?” Kane was walking forward, very slowly, still looking at her chest. She could hear a low growl rumbling from him.

“Yeah,” Rachelle said. Heat was pooling between her legs, and she was getting that urge to bite his pecs again. And maybe tear his jeans off and finally stroke that massive boner. “Otherwise, you make us feel like all guys are really just after one thing.”

“Oh.” Kane dragged his gaze to her face. “Right. We’re…um…not.”

Rachelle rolled her eyes. “That was not at all convincing. Try harder.”

“Ah. Well, I liked you even when you were a scrawny, flat-chested little kid. You were my best friend.” His eyes dipped to her boobs again, then back up. “Does that count?”

“You didn’t think I was beautiful then.”

His eyes began to shine golden. “I was your big brother then.”

Rachelle knew she shouldn’t go down this road, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

“And now?”

“I’m not your big brother,” he said. “I want—”

Suddenly they were pressed against each other like a magnetic force had pulled them together. Kane tangled one hand in her hair, and the other cupped her breast. His mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding.

Rachelle heard herself make a small moaning sound, and she melted against him. She’d loved Hunter the boy, but grown-up Hunter was something else. Sweet, and yet hot enough to melt her panties with a touch.

He lifted her up, one arm under her ass, and backed her up against the wall. His lips moved down the side of her neck, hot and demanding, and then he lifted her higher and his mouth found her breast. He ran his tongue around the nipple, making it harden and stand up. Then he pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it. Gently at first, and then harder.

Rachelle wrapped her legs around Kane’s waist. His shaft, thick and hard, was pressed against her pussy. It felt amazing, even through their jeans, and she rolled against it, another soft moan coming from her.

He felt so good. So right.

The growl in his chest grew louder, and she felt his teeth scraping her breast. His hand wrapped tighter in her hair, tugging her head back. It was just short of painful.

“Kane,” she gasped. “Not so rough.”

He growled louder, pulled harder.

Suddenly, a banging came on the wall of the cabin. “Hey, Kane! If you’re not leaving, come and move your truck. You’re blocking me in!”

Kane abruptly jerked his head back. He stared at Rachelle, eyes a feral golden. Then he let her down with a jarring thump and backed away. “Shit,” he said. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have—” He looked wildly around the room. “Keys,” he said.

He picked them up off the night table, then turned back to her. “Sorry,” he said again, and walked out.

Rachelle stared after him, then slowly found her tank top and pulled it on. What the hell just happened there?

* * *

Kane pulled his truck around in front of the cabin and let it idle. Should he go in and get Rachelle? Or wait for her to come out? Was she expecting him to come back in and take up where they left off? He didn’t want to humiliate her by leaving her waiting in there.

But he couldn’t pick up where they left off, either.

Wolf had started getting out of control, like he always did. Kane held him back most of the time, but it was so much harder when his feelings were so intense.