Following Kane to the kitchen, I tried not to think about what he told me. That he could dominate me or let me be in charge. How had I not known that about him? I’d thought that we told each other everything, but I guess this was something that he’d wanted to keep to himself.
I watched the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, even from the way that he moved I could see it now. His gait was like Dom’s a rolling prowl, like he was a man on a hunt. Shivering, I shook my head. Reaching up to pull my hair down from its loose ponytail, I dragged my fingers over my scalp, trying to take away some of the ache.
We walked into the kitchen. The chrome appliances shining from the hanging lights. Kane liked to cook, but his kitchen seemed more like it was put together for a professional chef. Ka
