“Is this considered b*****e?” Tabatha whispered as she arched her chest forward, rubbing her n*****s across his shirt. “I owe you some t*****e since you’ve scared years off my life more times than I care to count.”
“Cheater,” Kane groaned as he tried to hold her still. She looked like she was ready to fight him and her ice blue eyes had grown stormy, making bolts of desire streak down his stomach and up his thighs as he watched her. He felt it in his blood… thumping deep under his skin. He’d played dead for so long and here she was… daring him to live.
He’d been waiting for her since he’d crawled out of the grave and now that he had her… he wasn’t giving her back. Unable to resist the seductive look in her eyes, Kane slashed his lips across hers hungrily.
Jerking her hands free, Tabatha
