Kat’s eyes widen fractionally as her space is encroached upon, and her breath just barely hitches. “You could’ve fooled me.”
Neither of us says a word while silence lingers between us, and we don’t move. There are too many words left unsaid. Too many things we both clearly want to do but shouldn’t.
We haven’t said a word about the other night, regardless of how this has been killing me.
My gaze drops to her lips, taking in how full and gorgeous they are. How I want nothing more than to feel them. I know I’m crossing that line again, like I always do.
I swallow, glancing between her eyes and her mouth. “You’ll need something nice to wear…we’re going in a few days.”
“I’m not your trophy,” she murmurs, still clinging to that resistance of hers.
“No, you’re not,” I tell her, reaching forward to gently cup her jaw, lifting her chin subtly. I take in her features, silently pleading for them to break into the desire she had in her eyes before. “But I want them to see you. We’ll get something new beforehand, and I’ll take you myself.”
I don’t know why the latter statement feels so intimate, but it does, and even more surprisingly, I don’t mind it.
Despite herself, Kat doesn’t seem to mind either.
She doesn’t say anything while she studies me like she’s trying to work out what game I’m playing now.
But I’m not playing one. I’m too busy losing myself in how badly I need her. And not just her body or her attention, but every part of her.
Even if it might earn me a slap to the face, I lean in slowly, bringing my lips to hers. I pause, barely brushing our mouths together to leave her the chance to pull back.
It’s light and testing while I wait for her to react. But she doesn’t tear herself away.
Instead, Kat leans in.
Like every wrong has been righted, her lips find mine, along with her hand against my chest.
Giving in, I meld our mouths together, pulling her closer by the hip while I deepen the kiss. It’s slow, hot, and agonizing, but it’s everything I’ve been needing. Everything I’ve been dying to feel again.
Her fingers curl into my shirt like she’s anchoring herself, giving away just how badly she wants it too.
Still, a small part of her seems to be resisting something.
But that’s fine. I can be patient. So long as I get these moments to tide me over, I can wait as long as I need to.
“This wasn’t part of the deal,” Kat murmurs against my lips, pulling apart just enough for us to breathe, panting in that limited space.
“No…it was just for us,” I say back quietly, not wanting to disturb the delicate peace in this moment.
She looks up at me, almost like she doesn’t know what to do with me or whatever she’s feeling.
Hell, I don’t know what to do either.
But it doesn’t matter. For the first time in a long time, I want something delicate. Something that doesn’t involve spilling blood or trying to prove myself to my brothers.
I want her, and regardless of what it takes, I’ll do whatever I can to have her.
And after another moment of hesitation, she leans in, capturing my lips with hers again while her grip on my shirt tightens.
As hard as Kat tried to convince us both that she can’t stand me, we both know that isn’t true.
At the very least, she wants me just as badly.
Chapter 14 - Katya
I want nothing more than to surrender to him completely. To give in to the urges and never look back.
