“If I wasn’t so desperate to see you naked beneath me, I’d leave that on. f*****g phenomenal.” The last was an exhaled benediction that had my n*****s pressing urgently against their lace confines. Kane slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my leggings and tugged them down to the floor, helping me balance as he removed my shoes and freed my feet from the narrow openings. He took a long time returning to his full height, claiming each inch of my skin with his possessive gaze. I’d never felt more physically perfect than I did with Kane’s eyes devouring me—a dying man at his last supper. My mismatched underwear didn’t even faze me. Kane’s reverence made me feel flawless. Seductive and mesmerizing. I wanted to be treated to a show of my own, so I reached for the hem of his shirt. Unders
