Page 47 of DOG Part 2

I crossed my arms, suddenly no longer in the mood to make a move on him. “What’s going to happen next?”

“We’ll keep moving you around. Make sure we don’t stay in one place for too long.”

“Until when?”

“Until this thing with the Arroyos Bandidos is settled.”

“I have school,” I spat out.

“Surviving comes first. You can’t go to school if you’re dead.”

I bit my lip. Damn him. Damn him and those dreamy eyes. Damn him and that rough stubble, that square jaw, those hard biceps popping out from underneath the hems of his shirt, and those rock solid abs I got to wrap my arms around on the trip over here.

Before I knew it my hand was on his shoulder. He didn’t move, just looked at me, his gaze boring a hole into my face. Eager to act before I chickened out, I leaned forward and brushed my lips softly against his. He opened his mouth in a welcome as I kissed harder, tasting him and reveling in the softness of his tongue when he parted my lips.

I shifted my weight, letting the blanket drop to the floor. Finally having decided to just go for it, I raised up onto my knees. He answered by grasping my waist and swinging me around to straddle his lap, never breaking the contact of our lips for an instant.

A hand trailed up to the back of my head, snaking its way through my damp hair. I pushed my weight forward, pressing my crotch against his. A deep growl that seemed to come up from the depths of the earth traveled through Kane’s body and escaped his mouth, only to make my own lips hum with the reverberations.

I broke off the kiss with a heavy gasp, keeping my face still close to his. “This is just sex.”