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entranced look. She’d hypnotized him. Rowan jiggled her boobies around and laughed. He cleared his throat hard and looked down at his crotch with a frown. “Sooo, the leg looks rough.”
    “Is it green?”
    Kane snorted. “No, it’s not moldy, Rowan.”
    “Does it have tentacles?”
    “Okay, okay,” he said, that sexy smile returning. Kane pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.
    She wanted to take all of him in, so Rowan sat up in bed and worked her gaze from top to bottom. His dark hair was tossed to the side, covering his right cheek, and his glowing eyes watched her carefully. His muscular neck dipped down to defined pecks, and his perfect nipples were drawn up tight as if the cold air from the vent was getting to him. His arms were massive, like two sledge hammers ready to do some serious damage, and his abs flexed with every shallow breath he took. He wore briefs—black, sooo shocking—and one leg was powerful, big, and defined. But his other leg was thinner, tapered at the knee, and disappeared into the cradle of a metal prosthetic. On that leg, there were deep scars that stretched from his knee up his thigh, and they looked red, and painful.
    “Does it hurt?”
    Kane adjusted his massive erection and winked. “It doesn’t right now.”
    Rowan giggled. Of course the man would find an innuendo at a time like this. “Is it from combat?”
    Kane nodded once, slow. He made his way to the bed, and she was enamored with the way the leg moved with him. He had really good control of it, even though he limped. He sat down right beside her. “I haven’t ever come right out and showed this to anyone.”
    Rowan brushed her finger up the metal. It was cold to the touch, the complete opposite of Kane’s dragon-heated skin. He flinched, as though he would pull away, but he held his ground.
    “How did you sleep with women?”
    “God, Rowan. Filter.”
    “I’m serious. I’ve never met anyone who was missing a limb. How did you hide it when you were…you know…banging shifter groupies?”
    Kane leaned back on his locked arms and stared up at the ceiling. “I left my clothes on.”
    “Like you dry humped them?”
    Kane let off a booming laugh, his abs flexing with it. “No, I didn’t dry hump them. I can fuck a girl just fine without taking my jeans all the way off. I just need them low enough to pull my dick out.”
    “Sounds romantic.”
    “Well, when I got desperate, it didn’t happen in the most romantic places.”
    “Like where?”
    “Uuuh, in a bar bathroom or out in the back of my Bronco. Up against the wall behind this pizza place in Bryson city. And then—”
    “Okay, that’s good.” Her blood was starting to boil at the stupid pictures he was painting.
    “Are you getting jealous?”
    “No. I just don’t want to hear about the million women you fucked in every bathroom you encountered.” Rowan plopped onto her stomach to hide her breasts from him and buried her face against the mattress to try and purge the dumb mental images from her head.
    Kane’s light touch brushed slowly down her spine, trailing fire where his fingertip met her skin. “It wasn’t millions,” he murmured. “It was six since I lost the leg. It was always after a fight, or when I was so fucking desperate to feel something…anything. And then afterward, I always had this awful, hollow feeling. It was like I was even emptier than before.”
    Rowan rested her cheek on her arm and traced the deep scars on his injured leg. “I hurt someone I loved.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, I thought I found my mate. He was human, lived down in Saratoga, so not too far from Damon’s Mountains. He worked at the newspaper. Brainy. Too smart for me, but he never made me feel dumb. He made me feel pretty, and I liked the person I was around him. But we got in a fight one day over something so stupid. I don’t even remember what. And he said he wanted to take a break. That I was too much for him. He didn’t like