Chapter Thirty-Eight

Scarlett’s POV

“Kane,” I say, finding myself obeying him. His eyes—those wildfire eyes—drag slowly over my bare shoulders, down to the curve of my waist, to the line of my underwear. Something primal ignites in them, something I’ve only ever seen in alpha males on the verge of losing control.

“I love you this way…exposed.” His voice is low, wrecked, and almost hoarse.

His words remind me that I’m bare, and I reach for the sheet halfway across my bed. But ...