Shoving against his chest playfully, I roll my eyes. “That’s such a you answer.”
Kash trails his fingers over my chest and torso to my pussy. He collects some of his cum that’s dripped out and pushes it back in, not once looking away from me. “Just putting it back where it belongs,” he explains, leaning down to nip my lips. That shouldn’t be attractive, but after what he just did to me, I’m willing to overlook it. Besides, I’m on the pill. I should be fine.
Pulling back, I brush the loose hair back from his face. “Did you mean what you said?”
“When?”
“When you were inside of me!” I glare at him. He can’t seriously be that dense.
Smiling, he leans closer to my face and grasps my chin between his finger and thumb. “You mean when I told you that you were mine, and that I was going to make you beg—which I did by the way.”
“Do you take anything seriously?” I admonish, rolling my eyes.
“You. I take everything about you seriously,Wifey. I know I say a lot of things and joke around, Mila, but you have to get it by now.”
“Get what?” I whisper.
“When I fuck you, mark your body with my prints, and fill you full of my cum, it’s because you’remine. Every single part of you, from your sweet little toes to the tip of your beautiful head. Every single inch of you belongs to me. Just like every single inch of me belongs to you.”
Not knowing how to answer that, I avert my eyes to his chest.
“When I say I don’t care if you become pregnant, it’s because I don’t. I’m so in love with you, Mila Morgan, and I need you to understand that if I’m serious about anything in this life, it’syou. One day, whenever it is, we’ll have our own little baker’s dozen.” My eyes fly to his.
Kash moves his hand, cradling my cheek as he continues, “I can’t tell you what I had for breakfast yesterday, or what my last text message said, but I do know it was fifty-seven degrees the day I met you, and you were wearing a black shirt and ankle boots as you walked into the shop, flipping my world upside down. Your hair was wavy, just like this but probably an inch or two shorter.” He pauses, tugging a loose piece. “Three Days Grace was playing over the speakers, and I was getting ready to leave but decided to hang out, and I’m so glad I did. I dreamt of you that night, and I’ve thought of nothing else butyousince.”
“Do you really mean that?” Tears well in my eyes. If you had told me this morning I’d be here in bed with Kash, and after rearranging my insides, he’d profess his love for me, I’d think you were nuts, but here we are.
I knew he had feelings for me, but I had no idea it was like this. There’s no way that’s normal.
Leaning down, he kisses my forehead, the gentleness a stark difference to ten minutes ago. “Every. Single. Word, Sweet Girl. Every, single one.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Kash
Aweight has been lifted from my chest. Mila is lying in my arms and even though I just dumped all my feelings onto her—well, most of them—I’m not worried. She’s smiling at me and is letting me hold her. I don’t ever want this to end. If I have my way, which I will, it never has to.
“Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.” She playfully smiles at me, tilting her hips toward mine.
My dick immediately hardens, but I talk myself down. I was supposed to be gentle the first time, and I definitely was not. She needs a break.Be patient, you animal, I scold myself.
After kissing her forehead, then her lips, I pull back. Her light brown eyes are focused on mine, her expression content and satisfied. “Let’s get you something to eat, then we’ll revisit that thought.” I grip her hip in my palm, lightly squeezing.
Getting out of bed, I grab fresh boxers and pull them quickly up my legs. After rifling through my dresser for a moment, I find the light blue T-shirt I was looking for. It seems to be lucky for us. Turning to the bed, I find Mila’s eyes trained on my body. “See something you like, Sunshine?” I quip, flexing my arms, making my muscles more pronounced.
Shaking her head, Mila lies back, putting her arm over her eyes. “You’re impossible, Kash.”
“Impossible to resist. Impossible to ignore.” I climb back onto our bed, because it isourbed. I will never have another soul here besides her. “Impossible to not love.” I pull her arm away from her face. She’s smiling and it takes my breath away. Her hair is a mess, lips stillslightly swollen from my kisses and cock, which is now hard as a rock, but it’s her eyes that give her away.
Sometimes when Mila smiles at customers, or people she’s being friendly to, her smile never reaches her eyes. It never looks forced, just not complete. The way she smiles at me is the latter. She’s got me so twisted up inside, and I don’t care who knows it.
Kissing her fingertips, I pull her to a sitting position. As much as I hate to cover up her body, I need to feed her, and if she stays naked, it’s never going to happen. Pulling the shirt down over her head, I thread my fingers back through hers. “Food first. Cuddles second and sex third.” When she stands in front of me, my blue T-shirt hanging past her knees, I realize I might have to change that. “Maybe sex is second.”
Laughing, Mila steps out of my embrace and heads toward the kitchen. “Let’s go, Casanova. You can feed me first, then we’ll talk about the preferred order of operations.”
Not needing to be told twice, I follow after my girl. I head for the fridge, then cringe when I take a peek inside and see there aren’t many options. I wasn’t prepared for this.Damn it.
