Tabatha inhaled sharply when Kane was suddenly behind her. She watched him in the mirror, hoping that by using his reflection instead of meeting his direct gaze, it would keep him from putting her under his t****l the way he’d just enthralled Envy and Kat.
Kane reached out and gently took the zipper between his fingers but paused, his eyes caressing the soft flesh exposed to him. His gaze lingered on the thin piece of black lace that encircled her lower hips before he very slowly zipped the dress back up.
Tabatha tried to control her breathing when she felt his fingers caressing her skin as he zipped it, leaving goose flesh to follow behind the movement. Her knees weakened and Kane must have sensed it because his arm slid around her waist bringing her back against him.
“I don’t want to
