When I exit the bathroom, I see the waitress still making her best effort with Kane, who is standing by the door waiting for me.
“I can give you his number if you want it,” I offer when I make it to them. “I’m his sister,” I lie. “He’s kinda shy when it comes to girls but his number is—” Kane cuts me off. So not in the way I thought he would. His mouth comes down onto mine in a hard kiss, shocking the hell out of me. However, it does work in silencing me.
“The hell? Didn’t she just say she was your sister?” the woman whisper-yells.
“She’s not my sister,” Kane growls when he lifts his mouth from mine. His giant hand wraps around my wrist as he pulls me out of the diner. I have no choice but to follow. Plus, I think I’m still a little dazed from the way his lips felt on mine.
He kissed me.
I’m in a fog the whole way to my apartment. When we get there, Kane gets out of the truck to come around to open my door for me. He takes my keys from my hand, unlocking my door for me before pulling me into my own home. He turns the alarm off too. I’m not surprised he knows the code. He’s followed me into the house more often than not when he’s driven me home.
“Kane, I—” My words die on my lips when he turns around to face me.
The intensity of his stare has me stepping back, running into the closed front door. He stalks toward me. Everything about him is masculine from the way he moves, the way he looks and even the way he smells. Every single one of those things turns me on.
“I should stay away from you, Addilyn, because of the things you make me feel. The things you make me want to do. You’re so young.” He reaches up with his hand, clicking the lock into place behind me. My whole body feels as if it’s on fire with need.
“I make you want to do things?” I ask, that being the one thing I latched on to out of everything he said.
He looms over me. With anyone else, this might scare the crap out of me. But that’s the last thing I feel right now. I press my thighs together. My panties are already growing wet. I want him so badly.
“All kinds of things. I’ve even done some of them already.” He presses his body into mine. I gasp when his erection digs into my stomach. He wants me too.
“What have you already done, Kane?” I find it hard to believe Kane Hart has done anything out of line or that he shouldn’t have. The other question is, why is the thought of him doing something out of line turning me on?
“I watch you. All the fucking time.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think you really do.” Why does that almost sound like a warning?
“I like when you watch me.”
“Even when you don’t know I’m there?” I nod. He closes his eyes for a long moment. I think he’s fighting for some kind of control. Damn if that doesn’t turn me on more.
“Tell me something else. Something you shouldn’t have done.” The need to touch him becomes so overwhelming, I can’t stop myself from doing it. I reach up and place my hands on his chest, spreading my fingers wide, trying to touch as much of him as I can.
“Last Friday you let me use your bathroom. I took something out of it.” No way. He wouldn’t. Not Mr. By the Book Kane.
“Kane,” I breathe, thinking I know what he took. It’s not a coincidence that my favorite damn pair of panties went missing! I don’t have a ton of cute ones, so I know when a pair disappears.
“You shouldn’t own panties like that, Addilyn. Those are the kinds of panties you wear when you know someone will be seeing them. No one better be fucking seeing them.”
I open my mouth, but no words come out. I should be going off, but I’m so freaking shocked that Kane, Captain Do the Right Thing, stole my panties. If anything, I want to do some victory dance that I, Addilyn McKenna, got Kane to be bad.
Stealing panties has to be against the law. It’s not from a store, but still. Why is it so appealing to think that I got him to do something out of the norm for him? That I pushed him to that point because he wanted me so badly. And here I wasn’t sure he wanted me at all in that way.
“Have you ever done anything like that before?”
“No!” he barks. He pushes off the door, stepping away from me. He turns to give me his back.
“Kane—” Damn, is he having regrets?