Page 365 of Ruthless Court

Warm.

Deepening when I catch his lower lip between mine.

Kane makes a quiet sound.

That sound.

I feel it everywhere.

I shift closer.

His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me against the heat of him.

My fingers slide into his hair.

Soft at the ends.

Thicker near his nape.

I tug lightly.

His breath catches.

Interesting.

I do it again.

“Hannah.”

My name sounds completely different in the dark.

I kiss him before he can say anything else.

No careful overthinking.

No deciding whether I’m doing this correctly.

His mouth is warm and familiar now, and I like discovering what makes his breathing change.

A slower kiss.

A tiny pull away.

Back again.

Kane follows every time.

His hand moves along my back beneath my shirt.

Just skin.

Warm palm.

Slow touch.

Nothing rushed.

Still, every nerve wakes.