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His skin was hot to her touch, warming her fingers as they held onto him. He was her lifeline, her salvation, and she knew she couldn’t let go.
“Come back, Lexi. Breathe. Please.”
It was his broken plea that pulled her out of that dark place and back into the light. She blinked rapidly, her vision returning until she found herself cradled in his arms. He stared down at her, his face filled with such concern that it took her breath away.
“Are you alright?”
Suddenly, she saw everything as clear as day.
What a fool she had been to think that he didn’t care for her, when right there in his eyes was all she had ever hoped for. Whatever his reasons for pulling away, it wasn’t because she didn’t mean anything to him — if anything, she meant too much.
She could see it all now in the way his eyes roamed so desperately over her, reassuring himself that she was well.
Her hand lifted of its own accord and cupped his face.
He tensed, shock juddering through him. He started to pull away, but when she stroked her thumb over his mouth, a tortured moan shot out of him that he couldn’t control.
Lexi watched him, her beautiful hazel eyes wide in anticipation, silently begging for him to do what they both wanted.
What they both needed.
Her lips parted in expectation.
And Kane was lost.
Lowering his head, he sank his lips onto hers, kissing her with all the fire he felt for her. His tongue darted into her mouth, exploring the honey sweetness inside. When he took her lip in his and nibbled, she did the same back, driving him wild. Sparks flew as she opened up to him.
She saw the torture in his eyes, the pain in his life, yet she knew she could be there for him, that she could heal it all.
Kane couldn’t have stopped kissing her even if the world’s existence had depended on it. When she had looked at him as if he was her world, the last vestiges of his self-control had shattered.
Never had a woman caused such a reaction in him.
His mouth trailed a path down to her neck. She sat up, freeing his hands which now roamed her body, touching, exploring, caressing.
She quivered at his touch, arching her back, moving into him, pressing herself against him, eliciting a strangled moan from him in the process.
His hands found the hem of her tank top and moved beneath it. At the touch of her silky flesh, a jolt of heat coursed through him. She felt like heaven in his hands and he couldn’t get enough.
He wanted to taste every inch of her, feel every part of her softness as she melted under his touch.
Tearing his mouth away, he stared into her face, his eyes dark with passion. Her own had lowered until they were almost closed, but what he could see of them was hazy with desire. Her lips were pink pillows waiting to be feasted on by him.
At his pause, a murmur of protest eased out of her. Her hands wove behind his neck, drawing him closer.
At the back of his mind came the thought that this was madness.
They came from two different worlds with nothing in common. She was a Hollywood princess while he was damaged goods, conflicted by the things he had done in his past and the loveless place he had come from. She was perfection while he was scarred, both physically and mentally. He was so broken that even something as simple as sleep did not come easily.
And there was the matter of their professional relationship: what they were doing broke all the rules. There would be significant repercussions.
Yet there was no denying the chemistry between them. It took — she took — his absolute breath away.
As if she could feel his hesitation, her lips parted beneath his as she stared up at him with a fiery desire.
“Please… don’t… stop.”
Who was he to deny her very wish?
