KAIA

Kane’s hand stayed over my mouth, firm and warm. His body stretched out behind mine in the narrow bed, the heat of him soaking through the thin sheet. I could feel every inch of him pressed along my back—chest, stomach, the hard line of his cock already thick against the curve of my ass.

My heart slammed so hard I was sure he could feel it under his palm.

For a second I did nothing. I just lay there in the dark, listening to Mom’s slow breathing from the other bed and the distant pull of the ocean. Moonlight cut a thin pale line across the floor. Everything else...