Perfectly Imperfect

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I’ll be there soon, okay? Cam’s got to make sure we’re clear before we head that way. I don’t want to bring the media right to your door.”

“Okay, honey, see you in a little bit.” I keep my voice even so he doesn’t know I’m a little bothered by him easily brushing off my attempt at flirting.

“Love you, Willow.”

My annoyance dims. Just like every other time he’s told me that, my heart picks up and the butterflies turn into a tornado of activity in my stomach. “I love you, too.”

I disconnect the call and drop the phone into my lap.

I shouldn’t be annoyed right now, but for the last six weeks, I feel like we’ve been having this massive session of foreplay. I could understand it at first, even welcomed the slow pace of our intimacy. But now? Now, I’m about to come out of my skin with the fierceness in which I desire to take our relationship to the next level.

Over the course of our time in Georgia, not only did I start to come to life each time we were together, but in the end, I was so ready to take it to the next step I felt desperate with it. Kane always stopped us before we could finally go all the way. He wasn’t shy about doing everything else, but he always put a stop to our bedroom activities. He never did it in a way that made me doubt he wanted the same thing I did. I could see it in the heated gaze he would burn my skin with, and I felt it in his heavy erection when he would pull me in his arms and we would spend the rest of the night tangled together as we talked.

Just the thought of sex with Kane is all it takes for my body to start to flush with heat and my panties to dampen with my arousal. My hands shake and my breath quickens. It’s all I’ve been able to think about—well, outside of work—and I know if I don’t have him soon I might just go insane.

It’s hard to imagine anything else. I keep replaying the faces he makes when he would come in my mouth, the look of complete rapture as his body tenses and jerks with each jet that shoots down my throat. Knowing I was able to bring those reactions out of him makes my need to see that raw energy while bringing him there while he’s inside me to dangerous levels.

My core clenches, and I drop my head back against the couch with a groan. I bet if I pushed my hand into my pants right now, it would take only a second for me to take care of how hungry I am for him.

That’s it. When Kane gets here, I’ll let him get in the door, but if he doesn’t give me what we both need, I’m going to have to look into natural ways to date rape him.

Forty-five minutes later, I still haven’t been able to stop thinking about all things Kane. I finished packing the rest of my clothes, a few boxes worth of personal items, and my vast collection of romance novels. There was a lot I wasn’t bringing. The house I would be staying in—Kane’s house—was obviously fully furnished, so there wasn’t a need for the majority of my things. My furniture and anything else I didn’t need would either be dumped or given away. Eddie would be home for the next week and had assured me that he would take care of it before turning my keys over to the landlord, who shockingly didn’t give me a hard time about breaking my lease.

At first, Kane had wanted me to move directly into his home. Sam had lived there while working for Kane—obviously, not in the same capacity in which Kane had hoped I would be—but when he had mentioned it to me, it was as natural a thought as breathing. Kane didn’t agree with me when I denied the arrangement. As much as I would have loved to spend every night with him, once I explained to him that I needed to be able to carve out a place for myself, he hesitantly agreed. I say hesitantly, but the pouting he did after giving in to my request would rival Alli on a bad day. I assured him that we could revisit this subject in a few months and that seemed to appease him.

I did agree with him that being near my job would be easier, but with the quickness that our relationship has progressed, it’s important for me to be able to have a place of my own. Not to get away from him, but rather to give us a little sense of normalcy in his abnormal world.

Maybe I’m being a little timid, pulling away without completely doing so to make sure he doesn’t get sick of me being around, but when I really think about it I know I’m making the right decision. We will never be able to date normally. The long period of time when couples go out, get to know each other, and then enter a relationship of love happened in a month for us. Because of his celebrity status, we kept our dating to catered dinners, private screenings of movies not yet released, and hours upon hours of talking. We basically condensed six months of speed dating into just weeks. Because of that, I know I need this space—well, space without real space—to put a little reality into the mix.

The brisk knock on my door makes me jump and let out a little scream of surprise. I had been too busy daydreaming and had lost track of time.

Walking over to the door, I make quick work of the locks and swing the door open. I don’t even get a second to enjoy the view of Kane filling my doorway before his arms are coming around me, lifting me with his hands on my rear, and pushing me into the closest wall. I hear the door slam just before his lips crash to mine.

“I missed you,” he rasps against my lips before kissing a blazing path down my neck.

“You just saw me yesterday morning.” I laugh, fisting his shirt in my hands when the warm heat of his mouth pulls at the bottom of my ear. “But if this is how you tell me hello, we can do this again.”

He makes a rumbling sound of protest and bites my sensitive lobe while rocking his hips into mine.

“Kane?”

He shakes his head and continues to assault my neck in kisses.

“Kane, please.” My hoarse whisper comes out desperate and weak.

His head comes up; those brilliant blue eyes hit mine, and my whole body shudders with the force of his need. His thick hair, blackened with the dim lighting where we stand, looks like he’s been running his fingers through it all day. The stubble on his jaw makes him look even more rugged than normal, but it highlights the sharpness of his features making him look even more handsome.

“I need you,” I tell him. “I can’t wait anymore, Kane, and if you push me away again, it might just kill me. I need you that badly.”

I watch, with satisfaction, as his eyes darken and his jaw slacks with my forwardness. He starts to protest, but I push my hands from their resting place around his neck and slide my fingers into his hair, pulling him to my mouth.