Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kash
If she tells me she was with someone else, I’ll kill them. My bare hands will pull their body into pieces, and I’ll use them as fertilizer for the garden I’m going to plant for her. I know she’s been at her place, but so help me fucking God, if someone touched her, I will scorch their existence.
“I took advantage of you,” she blurts out.
My brain short circuits for a moment, and then I catch on to what she said. I don’t have to murder or maim anyone after all. I actually want to laugh, but judging by the expression on her face, I probably shouldn’t.
“What do you mean, you ‘took advantage’ of me?” She can’t be serious, right? It’s not possible to take advantage of the more than willing.
“Saturday night. We were just watching a movie, and then I asked you to kiss me, and you did, and it was amazing.” She stands from the bed and starts pacing.
“But it wasn’t right, Kash. I used you to get off and then ran off and hid from you.
I left you hanging, and that’s not cool either.
” She wrings her hands as she walks back and forth the length of my bedroom, and the only thing I’m focused on is the way her chest bounces with her jerky movements and that she wanted to touch me in return.
Shaking my head, I reach out and grab Mila, pulling her back into my lap on the edge of my bed. I flip our positions and move her under me. She squeals but allows me to press my body into hers. She’s where she belongs.
“Kash, I—”
“Nope. You had your say, now it’s my turn.”
Silently, she lies beneath me. Her body is soft against mine, and I’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 did not take advantage of me. If anything, I took advantage of you, 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 is fanned 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 am for her.
“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, I fixed 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 believe that 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 absolutely crazy about you Mila Morgan and until you realize just how serious that is, I’m not going to touch you. ”
“Is this just... physical to you?” she softly questions.
“Not in the slightest. Don’t get me wrong. I want to feel you completely wrapped around me, but until you’re ready, fully ready to be mine, I’ll wait.”
“Does that mean boundaries and rules?”
“Like safe words? I don’t need those, but if you want one to make yourself feel better, I’m all for it.”
Mila stares at me for a moment, then shakes her head with a smile.
“Can I suggest the word brownie? I can never stop at just one, and I want to do so many unspeakable things to you, you might need a word to make me stop.”
“Sometimes, I don’t know when you’re actually being serious,” she admits, standing from the bed.
“Oh, make no mistake, you’re all I want, but I won’t touch you again until that ache between your legs makes you want to explode.
When you accept that you need me more than you need brownies.
When you need me the same way I need you.
Only then, when you come back to me, begging to be filled, to experience pleasure so intense it borders on pain, will I touch you. ”
“You might be waiting a while.” Her breath hitches.
“That’s okay.” I brush my lips against hers, “I’d wait for you forever Mila, so bring it on. Just know this only ends one way.”
"And how is that?”
“With you coming all over my cock and taking my last name.”