She frowned. "But I saw the picture of you together when you took her to that big black-tie event you had."
"That wasn't a date in a strict sense. I had to go to the function and I needed to take someone with me. Dylan suggested Brenda because she was the least likely of his female friends to expect or want a relationship. All she wants is the chance to go to high-glamour events."
"You looked sweet together," she muttered, remembering Brenda's arms around his neck and his hands on Brenda's waist. Plus, the woman ran her hands over his chest!
"That's just Brenda, baby. She's that kind of a flirt but she's harmless. If you stuck around long enough at the party, you would have seen her flirt like that with five other men, including Dylan."
She searched his eyes for two seconds then her lips tugged into a relieved smile. "Okay."
"Oh, Jaz, I missed you," he groaned, capturing her lips and giving her a sweet, sweet kiss.
She didn't know for how long they kissed tenderly but she didn't mind when he started devouring her mouth. She moaned, revelling in their intimate connection. Desire flared in her belly and rapidly spread to her whole body. Kane was back. With her.
She gasped as his hand went to her breast and kneaded, just as his mouth left hers to trail heated kisses on her neck. She was already ready, the frustrations and pain of the past weeks magnifying her arousal.
"Kane," she breathed, arching her back to push her breast farther into his hand.
He moaned, a sexy, low sound that excited her even more.
"Do you always wear these things to bed, even when you're alone?" he asked as he pushed a strap down her arm, revealing a heavy breast eager for his attention.
Her answer got caught in her throat as his lips closed on her erect nipple. "Ah!" she cried, feeling the sensation all the way to her already wet centre.
"Hmm?" he asked, lifting his head to look at her.
"What?" she asked dazedly.
"I said do you always wear sheer, sexy nightgowns even when you're in bed alone."
"I like being prepared. You never know if a neighbour might come calling during the night," she teased.
She was surprised at the ferocious look on his face.
"What? You're mine," he growled.
She giggled, enjoying his possessiveness. "I was joking! My friend Ari designed herself some lingerie to make her feel sexy and desirable after her boyfriend dumped her. I thought it might help me, too. I got this after I saw you with Brenda."
"Oh, baby." Kane ran his fingers over her face tenderly.
That very touch told her he loved her. It was just what her heart needed. But her body was crying for much more. She had missed him so.
"Kane," she said with yearning as she clutched his hair and tried to pull his head down to her needy breast. He resisted.
"Yes, Jasmine?" he asked with a wicked smile, sitting up straight.
"Continue, please."
"Continue what, baby? Our conversation?" he asked with laughter in his eyes.
She made a face then kneeled on the sofa so her chest was level with his head. She moved closer to him and slipped the other strap down, letting the soft material fall down around her knees.
His hungry eyes stared at her body, his mouth agape. "You're so beautiful. You've been wearing something like this every night?"
"No. I've been hiding in my oversized flannel pyjamas. I got this a while ago but this is the first time I've worn it. Maybe I'm psychic and I sensed you were coming tonight."
He grinned salaciously. "Oh, yes. I'm definitely coming tonight. And so are you."
"So what are you waiting for then?" she asked seductively, untying the bows on her hips that held her panties in place.
His grin disappeared as his gaze fixed on her now naked sex, his chest heaving as he breathed. Swiftly, he took off his jacket followed by his shirt. She waited for him patiently, running her hands slowly on her body as she watched him undress. Her leisurely movements were in stark contrast to the rushed busyness of his hands as he got rid of his shoes, pants and underwear.
When he was fully unclothed, he tugged her hand and hastily led her to the bedroom. She was ready to jump on the bed when he cupped her face and stared at her with love and lust that made it hard for her to breathe.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," he said softly.
She did so, not taking her eyes off his face.
He knelt in front of her and rubbed her thighs as he kissed her mouth senseless.
She fisted his hair and took as much as she gave. She made a protesting sound when he broke their torrid kiss but stilled when she guessed his next move.
He parted her legs wider and ran butterfly kisses along the inside of her sensitive thigh. She watched avidly as his mouth got closer and closer to that part of her that was throbbing with need. When he ran his tongue on her slit and up her clit, she threw her head back and moaned lustily.