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“Admit it. You’ve been thinking about me all these years. I told you no one would compare,” I said low against her ear.
“Get over yourself.” She fisted my lapel when we reached the door to Grandma Josephine’s building.
I twirled an end of the scarf in her hair around my finger. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Kane,” she whispered.
“Just like that,” I said. “That’s how I want you to say my name when I’m inside of you.”
She shivered. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Do you think I’m just going to take off my clothes because you say so?”
Her admission made some possessive part of me lay claim to her even though she wasn’t mine. I hadn’t been with anyone either. Hell, maybe I’d forgotten how to do it. But I liked that she’d saved herself for the right person and time.
“Absolutely.”
She raised her arm, but I was faster, stopping her slap mid-air.
“I hope you do that to my ass.”
She growled, but didn’t let go of my lapel as she dragged me into the building.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
JOJO
What am I doing?
What. Am. I. Doing?
The elevator was slower than molasses as it crept to the top floor. My heart pounded and my fist, full of Kane’s jacket, grew tighter.
I should let him go.
This was wrong on so many levels.
I’d never felt this kind of want in my life.
The only time close had been with Kane, but this was out of control.
He continuously did things to steal my heart . . . to show me how wrong I’d been.
But he was still legally married to my sister. Even if he wasn’t, this was a line that shouldn’t be crossed.
Except I didn’t care about the stupid line.
She’d mistreated him.
She’d chosen to throw away a man who should be held on to for dear life. This wasn’t a man who would turn his child out onto the street. This wasn’t a man who was physically abusive. In fact, it seemed as though he had been the one abused in his marriage.
This was a man who went out of his way to find the right satchel for a daughter he’d only just met. This was a man who would fight for what was right.
I realized Kane and I had things to work out between us. Things that should be said. Getting physical avoided those things.
But I wanted him.
And I wanted him to feel all the chaos I did.
A few weeks ago, he was someone I avoided at all costs. Now . . . now I didn’t want to let him go.
