Page 16 of Kane

It is because he causes me to feel things I did not know I could feel.

So…alive, for one thing. So free. Whenever he touches me, my skin burns as if his touch is that of white-hot metal. It makes my heart do funny things.

And when he fed me that treat, and I very stupidly put his big, thick fingers into my mouth…ohhh, I felt a bolt of heat and a shiver somewhere very private indeed.

I have never felt that before.

I like it.

A lot.

Yet, it scares me. What do I do with this feeling?

I think he knew how it made me feel. And when he put those fingers into his own mouth, and his tongue and lips touched where mine had been moments before…his eyes told me secrets. They communicated something very secret and very private, directly to my most intimate places. Things he knows—things I do not know.

This frightens me to my very blood and bones, but…god, Ilikeit. I have never done anything bad. I have never disobeyed. I have never had something that was only for me, never done anything simply because I wanted to which Pappa and Mamma know nothing about. They have controlled every moment of my life, until I ran away from that wedding.

Now?

My life is in my own hands, now.

My choices are up to me.

I amfree.And I amnotgoing back. And do you know what? I may just let those dirty, secret, intimate feelings Kane arouses in me guide me in my decisions. Even if to do so frightens me silly.

Because somehow, I just know he will not allow anything bad to happen to me.

Why?

Because he promised. And I believe him.

“Anjalee?” His voice shakes me from my thoughts, and I realize we’ve stopped walking.

“Hmm?” I blink at him.

He is amused. “There you are.” He grins. Touches my face, that thumb going across my lower lip, sending thrills traveling down my mouth, my throat, my shoulders, into my breasts and my intimate place. My nipples go hard, and I wonder if he can see this reaction. “Time to shop.”

I look around—we’re in the women’s clothing section. “What are we shopping for?”

He tugs at the neckline of my garment. “As beautiful as this outfit is, it ain’t exactly subtle, know what I mean?”

“Oh, I see.” I look around. “So I must find some clothing to be more inconspicuous?”

“Yeah. One outfit. Jeans and a T-shirt, and a jacket or somethin’. Durable, warm, somethin’ you can ride the bike in comfortably.”

I frown at him. “I do not wear jeans, Kane.”

He frowns back. “You don’t? Ever?” He looks down at me, expression clearing. “Oh, shit. You wear stuff like that, huh? Traditional, or whatever?”

I laugh. “No, this was for…well—anyway. I wear regular Western clothing, just not…” I gesture. “This.”

He sighs. “Babe. You’re in a situation, right?”

“Yes.”

“You stand out, honey, and in a big way. You’re tall, you’re fuckin’ stunningly beautiful, and you’re wearing god only knows how much in fuckin’ gold and jewelry.”

I find myself stuck on his statement. “You find me stunningly beautiful?” My soul squeezes.