Ten minutes later, my nerves were fried. I'd been going over and over Kane's words in my mind, hoping to resolve my uncertain condition. I was still as conflicted now as I was when he first spoke them.
However, now I was acutely aware of the warmth radiating from Kane's body beside mine. I was acutely aware of how toned his leg muscles were under his clenched hand. My eyes drifted towards his middle and I flushed with warmth. 'If he wants me to be his, that means he wants to be mine too, doesn't it?' My own body erupted with heat, so much that steam practically came out of my ears, at the thought.
I hurriedly looked away. I felt a rough, calloused hand as warm as my wrap around my right hand. Sitting immobile with surprise, Kane gently intertwines his fingers with mine. My heart beat so fast that I thought it might explode.
This gesture was different from the times Ishmael had touched me. He had been rough and demanded, but Kane's hand in mine was gentle reassurance.
