Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Kash
I’m going to drive her crazy. It’s cute she thinks those old pajamas are going to somehow make her look less attractive. I almost snort at how ridiculous the thought is. Mila could be covered in slime, mud and feathers, and I’d still fuck her. No doubt in my mind.
“Hey, it was a fair question. Just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“I’ll be fine, Kash. What are we watching?”
“Lady’s choice.” I hand her the remote. I couldn’t give two shits about what we’re watching, as long as she’s here with me.
Saturday nights are usually busier at the shop, but Atlas and Rhett are both there doing some remodeling after Hurricane Bri hit, so I freed up my evening.
I know Mila sleeps in on Sundays, so I might have to make this a more routine thing for us.
“Okay, but just remember, you said it was my choice.” She smirks, flipping through a few apps before settling on one.
Turning toward the screen, I see opening credits set in a desert, and I instantly know what it is as soon as I see the main actor.
“The Mummy?” I quirk a brow. God, she’s so fucking perfect.
This is one of my absolute favorite movies.
It inspired the piece on my thigh I caught her gawking at earlier.
“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, but nope, 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 the patch of hair at my happy trail.
Her thumb strokes against my skin, but if she keeps it up, I’m going to make her real happy.
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 remember who gave 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 so she 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 wants me.
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. You are 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.
“Kash. I need—”
“I know what you need, Mila. I’m what you need,” I finish for her as I pinch one nipple, then the other. Dipping my head, I latch my lips around one and tug it into my mouth. Her hands quickly find my hair, holding me in place but knocking my glasses to the side.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Kash.” She starts to pull back, embarrassment clouding her features, but I stop her. Yanking the glasses off my face, I toss them across the room, not caring where they land.
I could be blindfolded, and I’d still know it was her. I don’t need to see her to touch her.
Returning to her chest, I tug another stiff peak into my mouth, then bite down.
Her sharp whimper is music to my ears. After soothing it with strokes of my tongue, I move her core against my cock.
I’m leaking pre-cum into my boxers, but I don’t have a single care.
My biggest focus is getting my girl off.
“Use me, Sweetheart. Grind yourself on me. Take your pleasure,” I demand, jerking her harder against my lap.
“I can’t.” She shakes her head.
“Yes. Yes, you can.” I smash my lips to hers, urging her to move faster. She’s crying and whimpering into my mouth, and I know I’m going to come soon, but not before she does. Never before her.
“Kash,” she whimpers my name, shuddering against me.
“That’s right, my Mila. Say my name. Come on my lap, Sweet Girl. Show me who owns this beautiful body.”
Grabbing her neck, I force her to look at me as she moves against my body. When I push my hips into hers, she matches my movements. My dick is pissed he’s not sliding into her yet, but we’ll be there soon.
Slipping a hand into her sweats, I want to cry at how soaked she is. “Is this for me, Mila? Do I do this to you? Look how wet I made you, just sucking on these perfect tits and kissing you.”
“Yes,” she cries. “It’s you, Kash. Please.” The sound of her begging sends me into overdrive.
“Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of you,” I vow as I thrust a finger into her wet heat, pressing the pad of my hand against her.
Fuck me, she’s tight. “Ride my hand, Mila. Hard,” I demand.
Her chest heaves with each movement she takes, and as her breasts bounce in my face, I promise myself to fuck them soon.
“You’re doing so good, Mila. Let go for me, baby. ”
Rubbing my thumb against her clit in quick circles, I feel her start to shake. “That’s right. Be a good girl and come on my hand, Mila. Come on me,” I urge her.
She tries to close her eyes as the pleasure takes over, but that’s not good enough. Moving my hand from her neck, I pinch her nipple, causing her eyes to fly open when she cries out. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, as her release floods into my hand.
Letting her ride out her orgasm, I smash my lips to hers and swallow all the sounds escaping her mouth. I want them with me. When she drops back down onto my lap and calls out my name, pleasure coils out of my body and I come in my pants.
Holy fuck. My chest is rising and falling as fast as hers. I knew being with Mila would be amazing, but fuck, my fantasies could never have done this justice, and we aren’t even fully naked.
When Mila sits back, I pull my hand from her panties. Raising my hand to my mouth, I slowly lick her juices off each one of my fingers, not breaking eye contact. She tastes so fucking sweet.
Her eyes widen as she watches me, and I decide to ignore the mess in my boxers for a few minutes more. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. Like a supernova exploding right in front of me.” Brushing the hair off her face, I tuck it behind her shoulder and pull her closer to my chest.
She seems nervous, and I won’t have that. Tilting my head, I press soft kisses to her cheek and hairline, then move lower. “Don’t worry, Mila,” I whisper in her ear. “This is just the beginning. There's so much more for us to do.”
Rubbing her back, I feel her soften against me and realize she’s already fallen asleep.
Smirking, I kiss her head and stand from the couch, ignoring the movie still playing in the background.
When I reach my bedroom, I lay her on my bed and gently pull her sweats down.
Removing my shirt and boxers, I quickly dress her in my shirt.
As I grab a fresh pair of boxers, I stop to look at Mila in my bed. Even though my shirt drowns her petite frame, she’s turned to her side, so it’s ridden up. Sure enough, those little panties she wears hug her ass, complete with peeking cheeks.
Unable to ignore the sticky feeling in my boxers any longer, I pad to the bathroom and quickly clean up the mess I made.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t know the last time I ever felt this happy.
This fulfilled. It’s Mila. She’s changed me already.
With a quick tug on my hair tie, I let the strands fall loosely and comb my fingers through it.
As I tilt my head to the side, a pop of color catches my attention.
When I peer at my reflection and realize what it is, a smirk crosses my face.
Talk about luck. I tiptoe out to the living room and snatch my phone.
Quickly taking a selfie, I make a mental note to send it to Atty boy soon.
He owes me. Grabbing Mila’s phone and charger, I bring them back to my room and plug them in for her.
There’s a text from Shawn, her plumber, saying he’ll be starting work on her apartment soon.
Quickly deleting it, I set her phone down.
She doesn’t need to worry about the timeline.
Mila isn’t going back to that apartment.
Looking at my girl, I smile. Her hand is out at her side, reaching across the bed as if searching for me.
I gently slide into bed next to my girl, and a sense of peace settles over me when I pull her into my body.
Looping an arm under her neck, I cuddle her from behind and twine my legs with hers. I’m basically pretzeled around her, but I need it. I need her.
Before I drift off to sleep, I kiss her head and say a prayer that this is the start of us. That she’s done fighting me. If she’s not, well, tough—she’s fucked either way. I’ve gotten a taste of sunshine and I’m never giving it up.
“Goodnight, my love. Dream of me.”