Pure Temptation (Priceless)

I watch out of the corner of my eyes as he pours a cup and then adds a bit of my creamer and some honey before he slides it on the counter to me before making one for himself. He takes his black, but to my surprise, this time he adds in a touch of honey. He is always sucking on those honey candies. I guess we both have a honey addiction.

“You have a thing for honey too?” I ask.

“I have a thing for a girl that always smells of honey, so honey always reminds me of her.” I stare at him in shock before I duck my head to hide my smile. His answer is too sweet and sexy for words.

“How do you want your eggs?”

“Same as you.”

“You sure? I like mine all cheesy. I eat like a kid, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I’ve noticed.” He leans against the counter, watching me. My body starts to hum at his nearness. How can I be getting turned on? I lost count of how many times Kane made me come. There is no way that I should still be needing more, but for some reason, every time this man is close to me, my body can’t help but react to him.

I’m not shocked he’s a generous lover, but I wasn’t expecting how he took his time with me. He even washed my freaking hair. He also came all over me. I’m starting to realize that there are two sides to Kane, and I think one of those sides is only for me.

Or maybe that’s how he is with all the women he sees. Not that anyone knows anything about that. He keeps that part of his life locked up tight. Even from his own sister. I’d know ‘cause I’ve gone digging more than once, trying to casually get the information from Ollie. But to my surprise, she was as in the dark as everyone else when it came to Kane’s personal life.

“Right. You stare a lot,” I tease, but he doesn’t smile. He only shrugs, not caring that he openly stares. “So.”

“You’re not ready for that conversation, Addilyn, so maybe we should table it.” He cuts me off.

“What does that mean?” The toast pops from the toaster, interrupting the moment. He puts his coffee down and starts to butter the slices.

“Toast is about as good as I get with cooking,” he responds, not answering me.

As annoyed as I am, I'm enjoying this. I don’t think anyone would ever guess that I love cooking and keeping house. After my mom died, it was easier for me to slip into that role for my family. Even as a little girl, I dreamed about growing up and having a family of my own. But mine would be normal, unlike the circumstances I grew up in.

We wouldn’t be sneaking out in the middle of the night to flee the state from one motorcycle group only to join another. No, we’d be normal. Well, as normal as I can be.

“I’ll want a little honey on mine.”

“You think I don’t know that?” He laughs, adding it after he finishes the butter. My stomach flutters. The man really does pay such close attention when it comes to me. It’s the first time in my life that anyone has gone out of their way to learn things about me.

He wants me. I think my insecurities are what made me think he slid me into some little sister role. I couldn’t fathom him really wanting to be with me. I’m still having a hard time with it. Am I going to be hidden away?

I make both our plates before setting them on the kitchen island. It’s the only place to really eat. It’s either there or off a TV tray in front of the sofa. My tiny two-bedroom apartment has a small dining room, but it has a computer desk in there. It’s where Carter and I store crap.

Carter and I aren’t growing out of this place. We never really fit to begin with when we moved in here two years ago. I was barely eighteen at the time, but if I wanted to keep custody of Carter, I had to prove I had a stable residence that wasn’t inside of a well-known MC warehouse.

Jason was more than willing to let us stay there. He said as much after Dad died, but it wasn’t that easy. I still have to do check-ins with Social Services and such to prove that I’m fit to raise my brother. Of course I am. I’ve been raising him my whole life. Mom was never much of a mom.

“What time is Carter supposed to be home?” Kane asks.

“Oh my God! I haven't even checked on him!” I shout, guilt immediately filling me.

“He’s seventeen, Addilyn. He should be checking in with you.” I ignore Kane, heading back toward my bedroom to find my phone. I know he’s right, but old habits die hard. Besides, something has been up with him lately. He’s been a bit distant, which I attributed to him getting older, but it still worries me. We’ve always been so close because of our circumstances. I don’t want to lose that.