Jessica's POV
He was in my doorway at two in the morning.
Shirtless. Bare feet. Eyes dark in the low light from the hallway. He didn’t knock. Just stood there with one hand on the frame like he owned the right to be exactly where he was.
“I heard you,” he said, voice low and rough.
“Trying to stay quiet.”
My heart slammed hard.
“I heard you fingering yourself between your legs under the covers, biting your lips.”
“You must be thinking about the weight of my c**k in my hand under the shower spray.”
Kane stepped inside and shut the door behind him without a sound.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” I whispered.
“I know.” He crossed the room slowly. “Doesn’t change the fact that I am.”
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Days had stretched between that first confrontation and this moment. Days of delibe
