She snorted. “What are you even talking about right now?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, “I’m just trying to make up an excuse for us to cuddle tonight.”
“You’re unbelievable,” she shook her head, and I couldn’t do it anymore. I reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered at the contact, her pupils dilating.
“Kane,” she whispered, and my name on her lips sounded like a prayer.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I murmured, moving even closer. “Tell me you don’t wake up aching for my touch like I do, every single day.”
Her breath caught, and I could scent her arousal growing stronger. But instead of moving toward me, she took a step back.
“I need to pee,” she said abruptly, turning away from me.
I caught her wrist gently, stoppin
