I sat there, heart racing, the taste of whiskey still on my tongue, and realized he was right.
I wasn’t going to ask him to leave.
He knew it too.
Mr. Kane stood up slow. He looked down at me on the bed for a long second. Then he reached for my wrist and pulled me to my feet.
“Come here.”
His grip was firm. Not rough yet. Just sure. He walked me the few steps to the small table in the middle of the cabin. The same one where the empty bottle still sat.
He turned me around so my back faced him. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades and pushed until I bent forward. My hands landed on the wood.
“Stay like that,” he said.
I did.
He stepped in close behind me. I felt the heat of his body through my thin robe. His hands moved to the belt of the robe and tugged it open. The fabric s
