“Nope. You had your say, now it’s my turn.”
Silently, she lies beneath me. Her body is soft against mine, andI’m seconds away from saying to hell with the conversation. Having her this close to me, her vanilla smell surrounding my senses… it’s testing my restraint. The way her light eyes follow my every movement makes me want to experiment with how well she can follow orders. Holding my weight on my forearms, I lean down, enjoying how she shivers. I know she can feel how hard I am. I have no control over it when she’s close.
“Listen and listen carefully, Sweetheart,” I whisper into her ear. “You didnottake advantage of me. If anything, I took advantage ofyou, but I won’t apologize for that. You fit against me so perfectly, and the sounds you made as you came are imprinted in my brain forever. I did more than kiss you, and that is on me, not you.”
“So, you regret it?”
Pulling back, I see the uncertainty written on her face. She really doesn’t get it. “Nope. Fuck no. I didn’t say that at all. The only regret I have is not stripping you down the rest of the way and making you come on my cock next. I regret not savoring you longer.”
“Kash,” she starts, then freezes, eyes widening. “What is that on your neck?” She grabs my shirt and pulls the collar to the side. “Oh. My. God. What did you do, you maniac?”
I take advantage of her stunned expression and pull her face to mine, sealing my lips over hers. I tilt her head back, holding her where I want her, so I can deepen the kiss. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. She moans and holds my head. Fuck, I need to start leaving my hair down; I want her hands running through it.
I silently demand entrance into her mouth and nip her bottom lip. Mila doesn’t make me wait. She pushes her hips into mine and fuses her lips against my mouth. Molten heat rushes through my body with each movement. Stroking her tongue, I don’t understand how she’s still trying to fight us.
Pulling back, I grab my shirt with my free hand and yank it over my head in one motion. Her gasp is faint, but I hear it. As I sit back, my eyes drink in the beautiful girl lying on my bed. Her brown hair isfanned out across my pillow, her light eyes focused on my chest. She looks perfect.
“Go ahead, my Mila, look all you want. It belongs to you anyway,” I promise her, as I move to pull my hair from its band.
“Holy shit, Kash,” Mila gasps. “You’re not real. You’re...” She trails off, attempting to sit up.Yours. I’m yours.Not wanting her to move yet, I push her back down and attack her lips again.
Her hands, strong but small, run up my back, and now it’s my turn to shiver.Touch me, I beg internally.Touch me anywhere, everywhere, just please touch me and don’t stop. When she threads her fingers through my hair and tugs, I groan.Fuck, that feels good.
Tearing my lips from her mouth, I trail a path of kisses down her cheek, to her neck and collarbone. After gently biting the skin there, I soothe the sting with my tongue.
Mila’s pulse is fluttering a mile a minute, and I know, I just fucking know, that she’s as turned on as me. I know she feels how hard I am against her. How hard I amforher.
“You like my new addition, Wifey?” She shivers underneath me. Pulling back, I push the loose strands of hair back from my face. I want her to see my eyes when I tell her this. I need her to see the truth. “Do you like the idea that your lips are going to be visible on my skin forever?” Leaning down, I stop right before her lips, which are parted in shock. Then, with a grin, I push it a step further. “If your lips had been near my cock, it would have gone there, but we can always add to the collection one day.”
Slamming my lips back to hers, I swallow down her cries. Mila was too busy getting off on Saturday night; she didn’t realize she had left a mark behind, but I did. When I saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed her lip print—a perfect stain from her lipstick—I knew it was going to stay there permanently. There is no one else for me. Ever. I gave Atlas his dahlia, and he gave me her kiss.
Fair is fair.
Now I wear her lips on me everywhere I go, and because I know she somehow believes some sorry soul will think they have a chance, Ifixed that problem too. Underneath her kiss, for the entire world to see is her name, and the date we met. The day she became mine.
Dragging my lips from hers takes effort, but we need to reach an understanding.
“Are you mine, Mila?”
She attempts to pull me in for another kiss, but I hold firm. I need her to say it.
“Kash...”
“Are. You. Mine. Mila?” I repeat, searching her eyes.
She turns her head, avoiding my gaze. So close.Alright then, Sweet Girl, hardball it is. Standing, I ignore my erection and tug my hair back into a bun. Grabbing my shirt from where I discarded it, I watch Mila sit up on my bed. The bed I bought with her in mind. Like fuck was I bringing my old one here.
“Kash, I’m sor?—”
“Do not apologize, Sweetheart.” I swoop down and kiss her lips briefly. It kills me to do this, but I need her to come to me now. I want her more than my next breath, but she doesn’t trust it yet. She doesn’t trust that what we have is real. That it’s permanent.
“But I am sorry. I’m just really unsure,” she admits quietly. “I like you, Kash. I do. You’re a sweet guy, and you make my head spin, but how do I know you won’t get bored? Or that you won’t find someone else more interesting and outgoing than me?”
“Mila, you could read a car manual and I would be enthralled. I could never get bored of you, Sweet Girl,” I promise, pushing a lock of hair from her face. “But I think you need to understand something.”
Determined to show her how serious I am, my knees hit the floor in front of her, and I wait for her eyes to reach mine before taking a deep breath.
“One day, you’re going to be my sweet little wife, and you’re going to teach our kids to bake while I teach them to draw. They’ll be the best parts of us both. I see it already, but the only thing you see right now isn’t our future, it’s my past. Until I can make you believethat I’m in this for you, well, our little baker artists will have to wait.” I run my hands up her legs, squeezing them gently. “I am absolutelycrazyabout you Mila Morgan and until you realize just how serious that is, I’m not going to touch you.”
