Kane’s POV
Ila’s lips tasted sweetly of wine; the flavor mixed with her delicate scent of orange blossom and honey. Each tender sweep of my lips against hers brought us closer together. My tongue explored, trying to conquer the little petite thing.
I pull away from her, making her whimper. She was breathless and needy and oh so willing. “Baby.” I growl, nipping her soft jaw with the teeth. “Do you wanna shower first?”
“Together?!” Ila says, smiling hopefully, and I laugh. Oh, this woman is going to be the death of me. Her need for me is just as great as mine.
In one swift motion, I pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist and walk us to her bedroom. Her room is simple: a queen-size bed, one side table and a dresser. There is a walk-in closet and her own bathroom. I thought it wou
