Kane smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “You need babying, and you look like a doll so... babydoll.”
Did he just call me childish and fake in one sentence?
“You dick. How dare you call me childish and fake!”
Kane grinned. “I didn’t call you childish or fake you little weirdo.”
Little?
“Now you’re callin’ me short? You’re a real—”
Kane’s low laughter cut me off.
It shocked me to silence because I had never heard him laugh like that before. I don’t think I have ever heard him laugh at all. I’ve seen him grin and smirk but never smile like he was doing right now.
He looked so different.
He looked stunning.
Damn him.
“You need to calm down. I’m not insulting you. Firstly, all I’m saying is you need looking after. You being here proves my point so that’s what I meant by babying. Secondly, you look gorgeous, fucking unreal, so that is what I meant by a doll. Put them together and you get babydoll, babydoll.”
His smirk irked me.
I swallowed. “And little?”
Kane grinned. “You’re a little bitty thing, what can I say?”
I was oddly flushed with pleasure that he thought I was gorgeous. I was also touched that he wanted to look after me while I was here, but my stubbornness wouldn’t allow me to admit that aloud.
“Your observations and sugar sweet words won’t get you anywhere with me so you can let go of me arms.”
“Make me.” Kane grinned.
I glared at him. “I don’t have time for this. I just saw somethin’ I shouldn’t have and I have to leave before they find me—”
“I already found you,” Kane cut me off, his eyebrow raised.
I stared at him for a moment then gasped, “You were in that room?”
He shrugged.
I shoved his chest. “Get away from me.”
Kane held up his hands. “It’s not what you think—I was more of an observer than an active participant in that room.”
I scoffed, “So you watched a helpless man get attacked? How noble of you.”
“Shane? A nice man? He is anything but nice.” Kane humourlessly laughed. “Darling, you take people at face value too often.”
I swallowed. “I clearly do because I thought you weren’t into anything bad. Looks like I was wrong.”
I rounded on Kane then and turned right, trying to find my way out from the maze of stupid hallways.
“I’m not a bad man, Aideen,” Kane said as he followed close behind me.
I grunted. “What are you doin’ back here then?”
“Working.”
I stopped walking and turned to face him. “What type of work?”
Kane sighed. “It’s nothing that concerns you, darling—trust me.”
No.
“Bite me, Slater,” I growled.
Kane snapped his teeth at me and took a step closer to me. “Tell me where and I’ll be happy to oblige.”
He was very close to me, a hair away from pressing his body against mine. I could smell his cologne and feel his touch without him actually putting a hand on me.
“Kane,” I said then cleared my throat.
He lowered his head. “Aideen?”
“What are you doin’?” I whispered.
Kane smirked. “Call it an act of impulse.”
I swallowed. “You... you better not be thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’.”
Kane winked at me. “I bet our thoughts are pretty identical right now, babydoll.”
Oh.
“Get away from me,” I whispered, “and lose the stupid nickname.”
Kane jostled me closer to him until our bodies finally touched. “Not a chance in hell on both counts, babydoll.”
Before I could put him in his place with a well thought-out threat, Kane covered my mouth with his and just like that all bets were off. Okay, maybe not all bets. The stubborn bitch inside me put up a three or four second resistance against Kane’s mouth. She really did, but she, and the rest of me, was simply no match for Kane’s talented lips and tongue. No match at all.
I caved in to Kane’s kiss and touch and latched onto him with a grip so strong it made him hiss as he pushed me back against the wall behind me. I groaned as a slight stinging sensation spread across my back. I gasped when Kane ran his hands down my sides and around to my behind where he squeezed.
I yelped into his mouth when he lifted me up and pressed his torso against mine, pinning me against the wall with his hips. He kept one arm under me and used his free hand to cup my face.
He kissed me so hard that I wanted to scream at him to stop, but I didn’t. I did nothing but grab at him with my hands and kissed him harder as I tightened my legs around his waist.
He dropped both of his hands to my behind where he squeezed me and dug his fingers into my flesh. Hard. I hissed into his mouth. He swallowed down my hiss and responded with a nibble on my lower lip.
I felt the moment my back was pulled away from the wall and when Kane started to move. He was blindly walking down the hall while still kissing me. I gasped and pulled back from the kiss and looked around.
“Where are we goin’?” I asked, panicked.
I yelped when he quickly lowered me to the ground and grabbed hold of my hand. He mutely turned and began to all but run down the hallway, pulling me along with him. I didn’t speak further because I was trying to keep up with him without tripping and falling on my face. I was in six-inch heels and he was just pulling me along—he wasn’t being considerate towards my short legs or feet at all.
“Where are we goin’?” I repeated, still watching the floor as I stumbled along.
Kane grunted, “My house.”
His house?
“Why?” I asked. “There are plenty of rooms here we could use.”
Kane’s quick steps never faltered as we turned two corners and headed down a long stretch of hallway. “I hate this place; the last thing I want to do is fuck you in it.”
He was going to fuck me!
When we reached the doors we had been walking towards, Kane reached out and pulled one of them open. I winced when the volume of blaring music attacked my eardrums.