He forces one of his hands to uncurl from around my shoulder and cups my cheek. “Temperance ...”
I don’t want to hear him say no. It’s not a response I’ll accept, so I do the only sensible thing—I reach up with both hands and wrap them around his neck so I can drag him down and kiss him.
My lips crash into his, and I plaster my body against him. At first, he doesn’t respond, like he’s still forcing himself to pull away from me, but I won’t let him.
I’m no quitter.
I kiss him harder until his control finally snaps and he devours me like a starving man. Like a man getting his last desperate taste of the one thing he loves.
But that’s not going to happen here. I refuse to walk away from Kane.
He pulls back from me just long enough to lift me into his arms and carry me toward the hood of the Maybach.
Under normal circumstances, I’d be freaking out about the possibility of scratching the paint, especially when the car is owned by someone so terrifying. But I don’t care.
Right now, nothing matters more than this man and this moment, and I etch every bit of it into my memory as it happens.Just in case.
He sets me on my feet before tearing his mouth away from mine. “I need you. Now.”
“Yes.”
With his stare boring into me, he grips the neck of my shirt and shreds it down the center.
“No matter what happens, Temperance. I will never forget you. You gave me something no one else has ever given me—peace.”
The words are probably meant to soothe, but they shred me instead. I don’t want to hearno matter whatunless it’s tied to the wordswe’ll always be together.
Frantic, I grab for the hem of his shirt and drag it up and over his head. I run my hands over his body—his beautiful, well-honed weapon of a body—and commit it to memory.
Stop thinking like that, Temperance.
Kane’s hands go to my jeans and quickly free me from them, and I kick them aside before making short work of his. Right there, in the middle of his garage and in front of the King of New Orleans’ car, I drop to my knees and worship him.
He will never forget me.Never.
He bucks against my face, and this time I don’t hesitate. I swallow every inch, losing any trace of inhibition. I suck and lick and stroke until his back arches and his balls tighten.
“Not down your throat.”
He grunts out the words before hooking his thumbs under my armpits and lifting me off my knees and onto my feet. As soon as I find my footing, his hands wrap around my waist and he lifts me onto the hood. Under my bare ass, the metal is still warm from the heat of the engine.
I drop back onto my elbows and spread my legs. “Make me remember this forever.”
Kane’s nostrils flare, and with one hand at the base of his cock, he steps between my legs. “You’ll still feel me tomorrow.”
He pushes in with a single stroke, and it’s furious and primal. We’re two animals intent on imprinting ourselves on each other in a way that transcends sex.
This is primal. Barbaric. And utterly fucking delicious.
I scream out my orgasm as I come, clamping down on his dick, and he fucks me harder until he yells my name.
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Kane
“Are you ready?”
Temperance is dressed in Keira’s clothes and wearing a red wig that matches her boss’s hair. Oversized dark sunglasses obscure most of her face.