Perfectly Imperfect
Page 26She’s immobile just a second longer before she gives me another moan that causes my cock to harden even more, pressing against my jeans uncomfortably, and then her hands are fisting the cotton of my shirt for seconds.
Our kiss deepens, and when I know she’s just as lost in me as I am in her, I move my hands from her face, use one to unsnap her seat belt before placing them on either side of her hips. She tenses when her belt clangs against the side of the door, but I nibble on her lip again, keeping her focus on me.
The sounds of our breathing echo around us, and unable to wait, I grasp her before pulling her toward my body. One leg goes to either side of my thighs and I use my hold on her body to press her center tightly against my rock hard cock.
Let’s let her try to explain that as disingenuous.
Fuck, the heat from her pussy hits me a second later, and with a brutal groan, I rock her slightly on my erection. Her hands dig into my hair and tug, giving my scalp a sting before her hips start rocking on their own. Taking what she wants. What I’ll happily give her.
Jesus, Kane. You’re doing nothing but proving her right.
Logically, I know I should pull back before I’m past the point of stopping, but having her body moving against mine and her moans being swallowed by my mouth takes my desire for her to levels I’ve never felt before.
Pulling back is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But if I want to prove to her that I’m not some playboy out for cheap thrills, I need to shut this down now.
“God, Willow,” I pant against her lips, swiping my tongue out for one more taste.
She’s bracing herself. For what, I’m not sure, but I’m going to work my ass off to make sure this look never washes over her features again.
This connection between us is even more powerful than I could have imagined, and now that I have her in my arms, nothing will stop me from making her mine.
“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND,” I gasp. “A pregnant girlfriend, at that.”
Of all the things I could have said at that moment, that’s what I go with. It seems safer than asking him what the heck he’s trying to prove here. Or better yet, safer than to acknowledge the fact his erection is pressing firmly against my wet core. Good God, I don’t know what’s come over me. I have never acted so brazenly.
“I don’t,” he insists, allowing me to climb off his lap.
My eyes narrow, and anger fires my blood. “You most certainly do. I might be naïve in a lot of things, but pictures don’t lie, Mr. Masters. I would have to be blind to miss the headlines that have been all over the place for the last few weeks.”
“It’s Kane,” he forces through tight lips before the silence returns around us. He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak before closing it and shaking his head again. I can tell by his body language that he’s uncomfortable. I’m assuming that’s because he just tried to cheat on his pregnant girlfriend. Oh God, he did cheat on her. I’m going to be sick. I’ve turned into my sister!
His voice breaks the silence of my inner thoughts. “You can’t believe everything you read in those fucking magazines, Willow. They print what will sell. What will cause people to stop and throw down a few bucks on what really equates to a handful of pages full of bullshit.”
My body hums with anger. I’m angry he had the nerve to kiss me. And the tipping point of my anger is the fact my body loved every second of it, girlfriend or not.
He wasn’t wrong. I feel it too; I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do with it. I felt his reaction to our kiss against my soaking wet core. There is no way he could have faked a reaction like that. I’m just having a hard time understanding how he could feel that way about me. Each time I’ve been face-to-face with him has been during the most humiliating of situations. I’ve been at my worst. Those magazines he claims prints lies can’t make up the kind of woman he usually has at his side and they’re nothing like me.
“You’re right. They couldn’t hold a candle to you,” he says, breaking into my thoughts with a smooth purr of hypnotizing tones.
I snort out a laugh and throw my hand over my mouth, my eyes widening. Well, that’s just lovely; apparently, my thoughts slipped through my lips yet again. I really need to work on that.
His distressed gaze falters at my unladylike display. Those full lips curling. The way he looks at me is so unnerving.
Well, Eddie—what was it he said? Life begins at the end of your comfort zone? I’m so far outside of my safe zone of comfort; I might as well be on another planet.
“I don’t have the slightest clue what I’m doing here,” I tell him honestly. “Things like this don’t happen to girls like me.”
Those crystal eyes slight, and he cocks his head adorably. “That’s not the first time you’ve referred to yourself negatively, Willow.”
“And why’s that?”
Yeah, right. As if I’m going to open the floodgates of the cesspool of my many issues.
“Willow? I asked you a question.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a very intimidating person?” I hedge.
“Wouldn’t be the first time. But you don’t get to where I am by not taking what you want.”
“Look,” I start. Hike up those big girl panties, Willow. “I’m really not sure what I’m supposed to say here. I don’t understand why I’m here … with you … and I’m really not sure I trust you and whatever is motivating this situation.”
His features smooth out and he reaches out, again, to take my hand. I try to resist, but his determination is something I can’t match. I shift uncomfortably and swallow the lump in my throat.
“You don’t know me, Willow, but I don’t lie. You’re here because I want you here. Sure, I went about it unconventionally, but I live a life that isn’t conventional in the least. I’m the kind of man who takes what he wants with no apologies. So I won’t give you any. Just like you don’t know me, I don’t know you, but what I’ve felt by just being around you makes me believe it’s a feeling worth some drastic measures to explore further. I took what drastic measures I needed in order to rectify the situation at hand.”