Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane #1)

by Shanora Williams

I had fallen hard for him, and it hurt so much to want a man I couldn't have.

"Look at you," he groaned, his eyes glittering as they scanned my frame. ”Fucking look at you."

We'd started something—lit an inextinguishable fire in our souls—and that fire was going to burn us inside and out. It was going to consume us whole and probably destroy us.

“You want it? Fine. Keep looking at me,” he mumbled. “Keep looking at me while I fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.”

“From now on, those lips will only go around my cock. Do you understand?”

“If you’re still talking and hanging out with that boy, break it off with him.” It was a demand, not a request. His face and tone was serious. I didn’t say anything, just looked at him.

“if you don’t love everything about yourself, how can you possibly take on the task of loving everything about someone else?”

Wanting you is a beautiful challenge, Kandy Cane, and though it’s complicated, I don’t want to figure this one out anytime soon. As selfish as it sounds, I want this challenge to last for as long as it possibly can. I love the spontaneity of what we have—the satisfaction I get when I see your smile, and the comfort I feel when your skin touches mine.”

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that we’re a fucking mess.” He was so right. We were a mess. A wild, beautiful, perfect mess, and that made me the happiest girl ever.

“Don’t ever think I don’t love you,” he said in my ear. A full thrust. More tears. “I fucking love you, Kandy. Love you more than words.”