I hadn’t expected my body to take charge, though, and it was proving more difficult than expected.
He stopped and, to my mortification, sniffed. He could scent my arousal in the air, and the rumbles amped up to another level. I moaned again, this time dropping my head to his shoulder, the scent of him turning sweet again, oranges and sunshine and alpha as I fought for control.
“Kane?” I tried to ignore how breathless I sounded and focus on the goal.
He rumbled again, deeply, and moved my hips, rubbing me deliciously against his straining arousal, which was separated from my soaking center only by the thin fabric of his gray sweatpants. My skirt had rucked up when I wrapped myself around him, and my lace panties were a scrap of nothing against his intense heat.
Holy hell. Maybe he did k
