hadn’t started again until he’d walked in this front door for the first time.
“I haven’t given you much reason to believe this, but you’re wrong.” He looked into liquid green eyes and for the first time let himself hope for the future. “I didn’t say I love you-not because I don’t, but because I was afraid I didn’t deserve you.”
“And now?” A pink flush stained her cheeks.
“I still don’t deserve you, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you go.”
“There’s that control thing again,” she said with a laugh.
Her huge smile eased the tightening in his chest he’d been living with all week. The tightening in other areas, well, Kayla would ease that as well.
“I might let you get away with it this time.” She braced her hands on his shoulders. “But you have to say the words, Kane.”
He met her gaze head on. “I love you,” he said.
She threw herself against his chest, crushing her breasts against him. He inhaled her lemony scent and groaned aloud. “I could get used to this,” he said and laughed.
“You’d better, because now that I’ve got you, I’m not letting you go, either.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
Her hands slipped downward and into the back pockets of his old jeans. She gripped him hard in both hands.
“I hope you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Kane said. “Because, otherwise, you’re playing with fire.”
Her soft laugh inflamed his desire. “Want to get Lucky, Detective?”
Those were the last words spoken between them for a good, long while.
CARLY PHILLIPS
