Kane’s POV
The feel of her warmth seeping through my jeans is torture in the best possible way. I fight the need to grab her face and kiss her as she stares at me in shock. I was going to be good, it was all part of my plan, come over and talk about the charity idea, have some food, maybe make her laugh a bit . . . like a date. There was going to be no s*x, but the longer I sit beside her, her perfume invading my nostrils, her thigh pressed to my own, the harder it became to keep my hands to myself, until I just couldn’t.
‘Do you know how gorgeous you are?’ I ask, genuinely curious but still feeling the tug of victory when her cheeks flush at the compliment. I f.ucking love it when she blushes, the little uncertain smile and the light in her eyes that shows me how much pleasure she gets
