He stepped closer, she stepped back, without realising she had run out of space. She gasped as her body tilted backwards towards the porch stairs.
Kane shot his arm forward and snagged her around the waist. He pulled her back onto level ground, pressing her firmly against his body.
“Let go,” she snapped.
“What if I don't?”
She glared at him.
Her smirked as he lowered his head, bringing his nose to her neck. She trembled in his arms, which only made him hold her tighter. “Tell me the truth, Cynthia. You're afraid that if I stay close…you'll fall for me again, right?”
Cynthia stomped on his foot. “You wish!”
“Prove me wrong,” he whispered in her ear.
“I don't have time for your stupid games,” she snapped.
The more she struggled, the more she rubbed against him, a
