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But he has a family.
Lena.
“You said we’re in public,” I whisper. “I thought, maybe… it doesn’t matter.”
“What?” he growls, but then his gaze flits to the walkway that leads in and out of Medina.
I follow his gaze and see a few people walking down, a group of Maltese men wearing matching polo shirts, presumably to catch the early bus for work.
“The balcony,” Kane says, backing away. “Watch for me. Wait for me.”
“But…”
He turns and strides away, leaving me to study the broad expanse of his back, his muscles pulled taut.
When he disappears into the village of Rabat, part of me questions if any of that really happened. But the sizzling which moves endlessly through me doesn’t let me wonder for long.
I wouldn’t be able to taste him if it wasn’t real. I wouldn’t be able to feel the phantom impressions of his manhood against my belly, the way he’d bulged against me like any second he was going to ravage me.
He said he wanted to fuck me, to make me cream…
I bite down as the words shiver through me, their effect multiplying, spreading. It’s crazy. I should be worried about the fact he’s alive, or the presence of a Russian organized crime syndicate, and the fact we’re being hunted for some reason.
But mostly – as I walk back up the hill to Medina, past the Maltese workers – I think about the way his face scrunched up when he said we’re in public.
I try not to let myself spin into obsession, to dissect his words, pick them apart until they form spears, and stab painfully into my mind.
I can’t stop. As I walk back through the streets, not so silent now as people wake up, I can’t fit it together.
He wanted to kiss me, to claim me, this man I’ve crushed on for my whole freaking life, pretty much.
But then he’d gotten this look like he was ashamed of that fact.
When I return to the apartment, I pause in the doorway and watch Lena as she types. She’s hunched forward and her ponytail bobs up and down as her fingers blur across the keyboard, completely lost in her work.
Guilt crashes into me, pounding like thunder.
I just kissed her dad.
And I want to do it again.
It’s one thing to fantasize about doing it, but quite another to cross that line.
What sort of a best friend am I?
Kane said to wander onto the balcony from time to time, so I’m going to have to wait until Lena is done writing. I wrap my arms around myself as I watch her, so utterly lost in her work, having no clue what I did, what I still want – need – to do.
I left the apartment as a tourist with my head filled with fantasies.
Now I’m… I don’t even know. Living in a dream that could all too soon become a nightmare if the Bratva gets their way.
We’re in public, he’d said.
Was he ashamed of me, or was he worried about his daughter finding out he’s alive, finding out about us?
Oh, freaking heck, now I’m smiling.
It’s the word us that does it.
I’ve dreamt of being one half of an us with Kane for so, so long, and now it’s all crashing into me, whirring in a maelstrom of lust and heat and longing and guilt, guilt so sharp it threatens to shatter it all.
Chapter Six
Kane
I watch their apartment from the other side of the city, propped up on a wall with binoculars in hand.
The other side of the city… that would be impossible anywhere else, but calling Medina a city is a bit of an overstatement. It’s more like a castle split into hundreds of tiny little buildings inside the walls.
Glancing down, I check the tablet connected to the corridor cameras I stowed in their entranceway after my meeting with Kelly, as well as the cameras I attached to the outside of the walls. It pays to be paranoid, and I always travel with a bit of a kit, even if it’s minimal. Both are empty of threats.
Lena spends the morning writing, a content smile on her face, leaning far too close to the computer. She’s going to hurt her eyes. The father in me wills me to march up there and give her a stern talking-to.
I miss my daughter so damn much… and yet look what I did with her best friend. Fuck.
I see Kelly emerge a couple of times and I have to hold the binoculars with two hands. Otherwise, I know I’d lose control and reached down and stroke my dick, over and over until I’m ready to erupt.
It took everything I had to walk away from her this morning, but it was necessary. I was going to maul her, right there in public, in full view of anybody passing by. I’ve never felt such beastly desire. I didn’t even know such beastly desire existed.
