One day, I will win. I will slay these demons and come for you. Our story isn’t over. Far from it. It almost feels as though it has only just begun. We have only written the prologue together, the before, and I promise when I get you back, chapter 1 starts and it doesn’t end without a happily ever after.
Kane xx
I put the letter down, my eyes so full of tears I can barely see the words in front of me. I read it three more times and hold it to my chest. The words are so beautiful I almost can’t breathe through the pain pouring off the page.
I drop the rest of the letters and take off toward the sound of the shower. I shed my clothes along the way, leaving a trail to the bathroom. When I open the door and step inside, a gloriously wet and naked Kane turns to me, surprise on his face. His black hair falls over his forehead, his chiseled jaw and light scruff lining his face making me weak in the knees. Every inch of him looks carved from stone, his muscles on full display, and his pert ass so bitable I have to force myself to focus.
“You read them all already?” He grabs my hips and pulls me under the wonderfully hot spray.
“Just one.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pullhim flush with my body, feeling a very impressive appendage against my stomach, hard as a rock.
“Ignore him. You’re naked. He gets excited,” he jokes as I laugh and shake my head, stroking the back of his neck.
“What you wrote, Kane…”
“Sappy, right?”
I give him a look, and he mimes zipping his lips.
“It was the most beautiful thing I have ever read.”
“It’s just how I feel.”
Kane continues as he strokes his hands up and down my naked back.
“I’m so sorry we lost all that time together. All that hurt and resentment for nothing. I think we needed it. I hated it too, but it forced me to confront what was happening. It forced me to get help and finally face things I have been avoiding for years.”
The water beats down over us, fogging up the bathroom while we’re too lost in each other to care where we are.
I open my mouth to argue, but he dips his head and captures my words with his mouth. The kiss turns searing immediately. We kiss until the water starts to grow cold, then hurry to wash off. Kane steps out first and hands me a towel before grabbing one for himself. After we get ready for bed side by side, the domestic feel of it all brings a smile to my face.
I have missed these small moments between us more than anything. Everything has always felt so effortless with him, even the mundane never felt quite mundane when we were doing it together.
I grab the letters off the bed after I get dressed and place them on the dresser, not ready to read more yet. I want to savor the first letter he wrote and the feeling of us being back togetheragain.
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, baby,” he whispers, slowly pulling the shirt up and over my head, then throws it behind him.
He turns me around and backs me toward the bed until the backs of my knees hit it and I sit down. He follows me, strips off the underwear I just put on, and nudges my chest until I lean back. His hand grazes my breast before squeezing, and my core throbs at the move.
“We have lots of lost time to make up for, and I intend to not waste a second of it,” he groans then suddenly his mouth is on me. The slow whirl of his tongue on my clit instantly makes stars burst behind my eyes.
He eats me like a man starved, watching me the whole time, gauging my reactions to what feels best until I can feel all the muscles in my stomach tighten and my legs start to close around his head as my climax nears.
“That’s right, pretty girl. Crush me with your thighs. If that’s how I have to go, I’ll die a happy man.”
I come—hot and fast—my vision going dark for a minute. He continues slow circles on my clit as I come down, and I collapse onto my back. He comes over me a moment later, placing a kiss to my lips.
“Did you think we were finished just yet? Oh, baby. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Then he makes good on his promise.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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Prettiest Thing I’ve Ever Seen – LANY
