“Of course. There is nothing more attractive than O’Connell’s character in this movie. The way he loves and fights for Evie is incredible. He accepts her for who she is, bad reading choices and all.” She sighs. “A girl can only hope for that kind of love and devotion.”
Staring at the side of her face, I almost think she’s joking, butnope, she’s serious. She has no idea how deep I’m in with her. She’s embedded in the very weaving of my DNA. Deciding to give it some time, I settle in and offer her a simple reply. “You’re right. You should never settle for anything less than love and blind devotion, Mila.”
Her face flushes, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she grabs the bowl of popcorn and settles into the couch.That’s okay, Mila. You’ll never have to question where my loyalty or love lies. They’re always going to be with you.
Midway through the movie, I notice her eyes starting to droop. Grabbing the popcorn bowl from her, I sit it on the table and pull her closer to me.
“Kash, I don’t?—”
“Hush,” I interrupt her. “It’s just snuggling. No harm ever came from snuggling, right?”
“If you say so,” she mumbles, but slides her body closer to mine, curling into me. My arm goes around her shoulders, pulling her tight, and she stretches her arm across my torso, legs tucked behind her.
She left her hair down, so as the movie plays, I mindlessly run my fingers through it. Her golden-brown hair is soft and naturally smells like vanilla. Leaning closer, I inhale her scent and feel my dick twitch. Her hand glides across my stomach, and I’m more than hyper aware of how close she is to my cock. It’s weeping for her touch.
When she slips her hand under my shirt and runs her palm across my abs, I tense.God, please let her keep touching me.It’s never been like this with anyone. I’m not proud of my past; in fact, I wish I could erase the faces and women, but I can’t. I may never actually be worthy of my Sunshine, but damn if I’m not going to give her everything I am.
Her touch is soft against my stomach, so I decide to test my luck and nudge the hair away from her neck. I brush my thumb against the skin there, paying attention to the way her breath hitches. Sliding the collar of her shirt to the side, I see how far she’ll let me touch. Her hand dips slightly lower, resting against my navel, playing with thepatch of hair at my happy trail. Her thumb strokes against my skin, but if she keeps it up, I’m going to make herrealhappy.
As I kiss the top of her head, I feel her shift in my arms. Looking down at her, it takes all my restraint not to kiss her like I want to. I want her so fucking bad. Her light brown eyes lock on mine, and all I want is for her to really see me. To want me as much as I want her.
It could never just be sex with Mila. It would be everything.
“Kash?” she whispers.
“Yes, Sweetheart?
“Kiss me.”Thank fuck.
Not needing to be told twice, I tilt her head and pull her face to mine. I want to devour her but decide to start slow. Fusing my lips to hers, I see fireworks exploding behind my eyes. I almost open them, just to make sure that she’s real, that she’s in my arms and letting me taste her, but I don’t.
If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Without breaking our kiss, I wrap an arm around her body and pull her into my lap. The blanket falls to the floor, and she lightly hovers over my body, almost like she’s unsure.Fuck that. Pulling my lips from hers, she sucks in a breath as I trail my lips down her neck, nipping the skin there and sucking as I go. I want to leave my mark on her body, so everyone knows who she belongs to. I want her to see those marks and rememberwhogave them to her.
Yanking her flush against my hips, I pull her back in for another kiss, swallowing her whimper. Eager to have her closer, I grab her waist and move her body against mine, letting her feel what she does to me. I let her use me for her pleasure. It’s always for her first. Mila’s skin is so soft, but I want more. I want to see her too.
Her sweats are basically threadbare, and I can feel the heat and dampness of her pussy in my lap. If I’m not careful, I might come before her. I don’t think she’s ready for sex yet, but I’m more than happy to give her a taste of what we could be like together.
Moving my hands to the hem of her shirt, I give it a small tug soshe knows my intentions. If she wants me to stop, as much as it would kill me, I would do it, but when Mila presses harder into my lap with a moan, I know she wants it. She wantsme.
Yanking the shirt over her head, I pause to appreciate the work of art in front of me. Mila’s face is flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, and damn if I’m not picturing them stretched around my dick. The purple bra I’m failing at not being jealous of has to go. There’s a tattoo I’m dying to see peeking out, and even though the bra hugs her breasts so perfectly, that's my job. Running a finger down the front of her chest, I hover over the front clasp.
“I’m not like the other girls you’ve been with, Kash,” she whispers, avoiding my gaze.
“No, you’re not,” I agree, wrapping my arms around her waist. “You’re so much better, Mila. They were never mine.Youare mine. Every part of you belongs to me, like every part of me belongs to you.”
I tilt her gaze back to mine, then run my other hand down her neck, never breaking eye contact. Flicking the front clasp open, I push the cups to the side and take a moment to marvel at how fucking perfect she is.God, I don’t deserve her. All this sunshine, just sitting in my lap, waiting to explode. Caressing her breasts softly, Mila’s breath hitches but it’s not enough. I want her moans and her whimpers; in fact, I want all her sounds. She’s about to become very vocal.
“Kash,” she whispers my name softly, pressing her head into my neck. Nope, that won’t do. I’m desperate to watch her fall apart. She’s going to know who owns her body. I’m going to own her heart, but if her body is what’s catching on first, I’ll sure as shit start there.
“Eyes on me, Sunshine. You’re going to look at me as I make you come. You’re going to be a good girl and let me hear you.” Running my hands up her back, I grip the base of her neck and pull her to look at me. Her eyes are wide with lust, and it makes me want to beat my chest like a caveman, knowing I put that look there.
Moving my hands, I cup both of her breasts, savoring the way she shudders against me. “That’s right, Mila. You love how I touch you.Don’t you? Tell me how good I make you feel, Sweetheart,” I demand.
Thrusting my hips up to meet hers, she lets out a low moan. That’s what I want. I run my fingers over the tattoo on her side, brushing it gently. It’s a dandelion, pieces blowing off the top. There’s a small bit of script under it, and I’ve done enough tattoos to know what it means.Acta Non Verba,actions over words.
I am nothing if not a man of action.
