KANE
"My wife," she drawled, leaning in close to me. "I like the sound of that." She tapped my nose again, and my mouth remained pressed in a hard line.
Goddess, I wanted to stay mad at her for disrespecting my orders, but I couldn't find it in me.
She laughed again, sauntering back a bit, and I grabbed her by the waist, anchoring her to my chest to prevent her from falling.
I kept my face straight, but still everything seemed to amuse her.
"How much have you had?" I asked.
"I don't know." She waved a hand vaguely. "A handful. Do you want some?" She turned her head toward the alcohol table.
"No."
"Mmh." She trailed her fingers down the front of my shirt until they stopped on my crotch.
I let her grab me through my pants for a while, my brows drawn down. But then I felt a pulse jum
