“I’m not?” He tilts his head to the side. “And why’s that?”
“Because you want me to make a huge splash in the art world, and for people to see these pieces in homes all around New Orleans and beg Valentina for more of them so I’m not a one-hit wonder.” The last part is courtesy of a small niggling voice that has crept into my subconscious these last two weeks.
“You’ve already sold more than one piece, so how could you be a one-hit wonder?” Kane asks, confusion creasing his brow.
I glance away for a moment before looking back up. “Only a few, and I went and quit my job on the off chance I can really make a career out of this. What if I can’t? What if it was just a few people and a little luck, and after this, no one wants any of my sculptures?”
Kane wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest. “Stop. You’re not a one-hit wonder. This isn’t a flash in the pan. This is real. Your talent is real.”
“You have to say that because you love me.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “It’s the truth. You’re going to rock the hell out of this showing and have so much demand, you won’t know how to keep up with it. I’m already working on sources for more good scrap to prepare for it.”
I jerk my head up to stare into his eyes. “You are?”
He nods, and the confidence he has in me feels like the most incredible gift I’ve ever been given.
He believes in me.
I push up on my tiptoes to brush a kiss across his lips. “I love you so much,” I whisper.
“Not as much as I love you.” He takes my lips and dominates the kiss.
A bolt of lust shoots through me, and I don’t care that I’ve been working for hours. I need him.Now.
Pulling back, I grab Kane’s hand and drag him toward a Jeep with no top. It’s perfect for what I have in mind.
Kane doesn’t argue. No, he helps me strip and then tears at his own clothes.
“Front seat,” I say on a groan between devastating kisses. “I want you in the front seat.”
“You first.” Kane lifts me off my feet and into the passenger seat of the Jeep. Then he climbs in the driver’s side, and I step over the gearshift to kneel on either side of him.
“I apologize in advance for what we’re about to do to your leather.”
“I don’t fucking care. All I want is you. Right now.” His lips press against my stomach as his fingers find my nipples and tug.
The heat that was already growing between my legs spirals even hotter. I reach for the bar above his head, and he pulls back to watch as I position myself over his cock.
“That pretty pussy’s already wet for me?”
“Always.”
As I slide down, taking his cock inch by inch, Kane groans. He begins to lift his hips, but I shake my head.
“This is my ride. I’m in charge this time.”
Kane’s icy eyes flare. “You giving me orders, princess?”
“Damn right, I am.”
“You realize that means the next time I come down while you’re working, I’m going to bend you over the hood of that Chevelle and spank your sweet ass until you beg me to fuck you.”
I grip the bar and begin to move. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
He shakes his head. “No, what I got myself is the perfect woman, and she’s all fucking mine.”
A few hours later,Kane holds my hand as we walk down an aisle at a scrap yard, looking for the elusive piece to complete my sugar skull. We’ve already collected a pallet’s worth of metal that we’re taking with us, but I still haven’t found what I want.