patted her arm. “No, but I’ve been disowned somewhat. As I said, I was always the family disappointment. Now,” he said, offering her a crooked arm. “Would you like to see the show, princess?”
“Definitely!”
***
“You never stop surprising me,” she said, her voice breathy and low. When she spoke like that—and Alex wasn’t even sure Kate realized she did it—but when she did, that tone went straight to his cock and made him hard and desperate for her.
Kate Morrison was beauty incarnate, and the craziest thing was she couldn’t see it in herself; she couldn’t see what so many others saw in her. Good. It meant more for him. “I mean, tonight? The show, and now a moonlit stroll to watch the Bellagio Fountains? God, they’re gorgeous.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arm over her shoulder. “If I said they pale next to you?”
“Then I know a line when I hear it, buster!”
“Okay, then I’m still glad we’re here together,” he said, and the moment felt right, even better than hitting a home run and being a hero out on the field. Leaning down, he kissed her again, this time willing to go further, to let his hands roam over the expanse of her hips, and to let them finish by resting and cupping her hips.
She was hungry too, he could feel that much; both from the way she mewled against his throat and the way she pressed her soft warm body against him. God, had anything ever felt more right in his life?
Kate let out a long breath. “That was…”
“I know,” he said, amused by her heavy-lidded look of need facing him.
Then, he wasn’t sure why, but it was as if she woke up and was fully conscious of her actions. She blinked up at him with wide, scared eyes and tried to pull away from him. He held her there, as gently as he could but firmly. Alex was tired and confused by her mixed signals. She was going to explain everything to him—he had a right to know, to understand why she kept trying to run. If she legitimately wanted to end this, he’d let her go, but Kate didn’t get to just run off with no warning—with no recourse for him.
“Let me go. I-I just can’t.”
He shook his head and, while he kept her wrapped up with one arm, he reached out and stroked her cheek. “You can, and we both know that. If you don’t like me, princess, then you have a funny way of showing it. Why do you keep pulling away?”
“Because I just can’t. Lily—”
“Wouldn’t she want her big sister to be happy too? I do that, right?” he asked, feeling her breath as she looked up at him. Every part of her was so warm, and he just wanted to hold her here forever.
Okay, he’d also like to add a lot more than making out to that wish as well.
“I know she does, that’s true. It’s just so complicated. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me after, like, three dates. She’s not used to new people, and I just have so many other considerations.”
“But you feel this,” he said, bringing his one free hand to his chest and gesturing to his heart. “You feel this pull between us, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, but I’m not sure what it all means, or if I want it to mean anything. Right now, like this? All I can think of is how badly I want you to take me back to your place and make love to me.”
He swallowed at that as warmth flowed over him and, yeah, his pants grew even tighter. That was all he’d wanted to hear from Kate since he’d first spied her in the park. “Then that’s what I want. I…just come back to my suite and I have some things I have to tell you. I need you to understand things about me before we do anything else. I…you might not like me much when you know so it might all be moot anyway.” She teared up and sniffled. He hadn’t been expecting that dire a reaction at all so, dumbfounded, the best he could do was lean down and kiss the tears off her cheeks. “Don’t be so upset, please.”
“No, it’s not that. You’re perfect.”
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