“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you,” he murmurs, his eyes focused on mine. Even in the darkness, I can feel his gaze.
“From what?” I whisper back, tightening my hold of him.
“Everything but me.” He slams his lips to mine, only moving them for a moment to rip his shirt from over my head, leaving me naked in his lap.
“Kash,” I breathe his name. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about anyone, especially in a short period of time. I’ve been falling this whole time and didn’t even realize it. With each little act of adoration, or piece of himself he shared, I fell for Kash.
The truth hits me harder than I thought it would.
I care about his happiness. I care about his heart. I care about being the one to make him smile, and to never dim the part of him that he’s worked so hard to achieve. After losing his dad at a young age, and his mom’s abandonment, Kash chose to be happy. He chose to rise above all the bad, and yeah, for a while it was in the form of a revolving door of women, but he has so much to offer a person. NowI realize he was just afraid. Kash is one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met, and a part of me still wonders what he sees in me, but I’m done doubting him. Done doubting us.
I’ll protect him from all the hurt the world could offer, the same as he wants to protect me.
“Mila. Fuck,” he rasps, turning us over so my back hits the bed.
Leaning up, I fuse my mouth to his, enjoying the way he shivers beneath my touch. I run my hands across his muscular shoulders and arms, then trail a path down his back, dragging my nails as I go. My body is on fire, and I have no doubt it’s always going to be this way between us.
Pulling my lips from his, I push the hair hanging over me back. His eyes flare with heat as he meets my gaze. “Mila?”
“Kash?”
“You know I love you, right? That I would die if it meant you’d live?”
Swallowing back the lump threatening to come up, I nod. “Kash, I?—”
“Not yet.” He shakes his head. “Not when we’re in bed. Not when it’s the heat of the moment.”
I kiss his neck, then run my tongue up the side, tasting his skin and gliding over my lips stationed there. It’s my favorite tattoo and I’m not even ashamed to admit it. Moving to his ear, I tug it between my teeth, enjoying the way he groans.
“I need you,” I whisper.
When he pulls back, I immediately miss the warmth of his body. For such a big, muscular man, Kash is still soft and smooth planes. Shoving down his boxers, Kash immediately moves over me, arms braced on either side of my head. His hair tickles my cheeks, making me smile.
“Is something funny, Mila?”
“Only you, Casanova.”
Sealing his lips over mine, Kash moves his hand down my body.He stops to tweak my nipple between his fingers before squeezing my breast.
“Your body is perfect. Every part of you is perfect.” He hovers his mouth above mine, our breaths mingling together.
Resting his forehead against mine for a moment, he lowers himself between my legs. Panicking, I grab his arm to stop him. We didn’t really clean up earlier, and I think he’s so caught up in the moment that he forgot. “Um, Kash. Maybe we should wait.”
Pausing, his confused expression finds mine. “For what?”
“Well, we didn’t shower yet, and?—”
“And what?”
Sighing in exasperation, I cover my face and blurt, “And there’s probably still some of your cum inside of me.”
“I fucking hope so.” He growls, then covers my pussy with his mouth. He wastes no time licking and tasting every inch of me.
Electricity scorches my body with every lash of his tongue. I jolt when he adds a finger and sucks my clit into his mouth. My fingers move to his shoulders, grabbing a hold of his taunt skin. “Good God, Kash.”
Pulling his head back, he gives my pussy one long lick and rotates his finger, hooking it inside of me, his heated gaze finding mine. “Good God, huh? I think I like that. A good God for a good girl. What a match we are.”
“Don’t tease me.” I don’t think I can take much more. My skin feels so tight, and every time he moves, my body lights up.
