We’ve landed in quite an intimate position, our bodies lined up and pressed together. My breasts are pushed up against his chest, my pelvis against his. The way I’m panting only makes each touch worse.
I blink, trying to regain the use of my brain as I watch a full smile come over Kane’s lips. I hate the way it makes my inside swirl.
“I-I thought you were going to catch me,” I say, meaning for it to be a joke. But it’s more breathy, making it land different.
Still, Kane chuckles and I can feel the rumble of his laugh as our chests remain again each other.
“Well, that’s kind of hard when you just keep throwing yourself at me. I know I’m irresistible, but you could be a little more subtle,” he mocks, lifting his brows in insinuation. He shifts his hips then, as if he’s uncomfortable,
