Secret Words(25)

Well, he could keep his goddamn hands to himself!

They got to the house and she was out of the car even before Kane had switched off the engine.

"Jasmine," he called out exasperatedly as he hurried after her.

She turned around to face him.

"Your mum wanted you to sleep at their place tonight. Now that seems like a good idea to me," she said crossly before heading into the house.

Kane locked the door behind him and caught up with her, pulling her into his arms and burying his nose in her hair.

"Jaz, explain to me what I saw tonight. I need to understand," he pleaded softly.

She took a deep breath, slightly pacified by his changed demeanour.

"How could you think I was flirting with your own brother, Kane? In front of you?" she asked.

His arms around her tightened, thawing her some more.

"When I was talking to Dylan, he seemed to be really enamoured by you," he said, kissing her temple. "I don't want him to fall for you, Jaz. That would be a nightmare of a situation."

She looked up at him in surprise. "I think Dylan was pulling your leg," she said. "When you went to the kitchen, he quietly asked me if you and I were together. He said he could tell you were being jealous and possessive. I said yes, we're together, but that we didn't want anyone to know yet because of Hannah and the fact that I didn't want your family to misinterpret the situation. He said he was happy for us—and he looked it, too. For the rest of the night, we mainly talked about you. He told me stories from when you guys were kids."

Kane stared at her in consternation and shook his head. "I wanted to deck him. Maybe I still will after that stunt he pulled on me. Even when we were having dinner he still made it out as if he wanted to make a play for you."

"He was definitely teasing you then," she said. "You guys seem really close."

"We are. And yes, sometimes we enjoy pushing each other's buttons. I'll get him back for this," he said fondly. Kane cupped her face and kissed her lips. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"Okay."

"I'm still staying with you tonight, right?"

She smiled. "If you still want to."

"God, I more than want to. I'm dying to," he said as he re-captured her lips for a searing kiss.





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"Mmmm, again?" Jasmine giggled as Kane's tongue played with a nipple. She was still coming down from the clouds from their stunning orgasms and her man was raring to go again.

"We haven't even done everything that was in chapter nine yet. Or was that chapter ten?" he said seductively.

The onset of anxiety made her freeze. Was this the time to tell him? How would he react?

"Baby? What's wrong?" Kane lay on top of her, bracing himself with his elbows.

"I have something to tell you," she said apprehensively.

"What is it?"

"Um, actually, it would be better if I show you. I need my laptop."

"Now?"

"Yes … unless you think I should do it later?" she asked hopefully, close to chickening out.

Kane's eyes narrowed. "You've intrigued me. Let's do it now." He got up and fetched her laptop sitting on a chair near the bed.

She opened it and went to her writing software. Her unfinished fourth book filled the screen. She scrolled to the last sex scene she wrote and looked at him gravely. "Read this," she said, placing the computer on his lap.

She watched his expression as he did so. An eyebrow rose just as his lips curled into a sensuous smile.

"Is this another book from J.A. Nell?"

"Uh-huh."

"So you want us to do this scene?" he asked with a grin full of carnal promise.

"Um, if you want," she replied, her whole body heating up from desire as well as discomfort. "But that's not why I showed that to you."

"Oh. Why then?"

"If you scroll through, you'll find that it's not finished yet."

He frowned as his fingers moved over the trackpad. "So how did you get this then?"

"Well, it's mine."

He looked at her, perplexed. "Yours?"

"Yes," she responded, swallowing visibly. "I'm not finished with it yet."

His jaw dropped. "You're writing this?"

"Uh-huh."

"You're J.A. Nell?" he asked, his eyes wide.

She nodded.

His face slowly broke into a smile. "Wow," he breathed.

She let out a nervous snort. "Wow?"

"My girlfriend's a writer. Wow."

She lunged herself at him, laughing with relief.

He moved the laptop out of the way and held her tightly. "Were you scared of telling me about it?"

"A little."

"Why?"

"You might feel uncomfortable."