The entire ride home, Mila is quiet. I try to talk to her a few times, but she just stares out the window and only answers in one- or two-word sentences. I hope her conversation with her mom was better than the one I had with her dad. Though I meant every word I said.
I will marry Mila. I’m not going anywhere.
Pulling into my spot, I kill the engine and face her. She’s been too quiet on the way back to our apartment, and I need her to look at me.I need her to talk to me.I run my hand down her arm, trying to get her attention. “Sunshine?”
When her eyes meet mine, my heart stops in my chest. Mila’s eyes are watery, and she looks seconds away from breaking down.
“Hey, what’s going on, Sweet Girl? Don’t cry.” I wipe her tears away and lean in, kissing her softly. I cup her face in my hands and hold her tight as I deepen the kiss. My dick is getting hard, but my head is telling me to wait; something is obviously wrong.
Pulling away, Mila takes a deep breath. “I am so sorry, Kash. You have no idea.”
“What are you sorry for? Tonight went about as well as I expected—actually maybe a bit better.” Sure, I didn’t appreciate her dad’s approach at first, but I think we may have bonded a bit in the garage, and I’m not buried somewhere on his property. I’d call that pretty successful.
Shaking her head, Mila gives me a disbelieving look. “Really? He basically made fun of the fact that you’re an orphan and God, it makes me somad.” Her voice rises as she speaks. “You’re a successful business owner, you have your own place and pay taxes, and you take care of me. My God, you take care of me, Kash. I don’t even think I deserve it,” she finishes quietly.
Now I’m officially hard. The way that Mila is mad on my behalf makes my dick ache. I always look out for her, putting her needs first, but for her to admit how angry she is on my behalf… that’s hot as fuck. I don’t need her to fight battles for me, but the idea that she’s willing to makes my body tingle. The last part of her admission, however, gives me pause.
She’s so wrong. We take care of each other. Mila healed pieces inside of me that I thought were broken. It’s taken me this long to realize I wasn’t ever broken, just badly damaged. She’s the glue that holds me together. She slipped through the cracks and settled into my soul. Before Mila, relationships never appealed to me at all. I never wanted to let myself get close to anyone. If I didn’t give anyone my heart or real pieces of myself, then I didn’t get hurt. Somewhere along the way, I realized my heart was never theirs to have. It’s been Mila’s all along.
Climbing out of the car, I head over to her side and open her door. She looks so sad and it crushes me. Her dad can sling whatever he wants my way, but none of it will ever matter. In the end, it’s only her. “Let’s go, Sunshine.” Holding her hand, I practically drag her to our apartment. I can’t wait until I buy her a house, but one step at a time. For now, I need to get her out of her head.
And I have the perfect way.
Tugging my shirt over my head, I feel Mila’s eyes sweep over my body. I love it when she looks at me. I mean it when I tell her she can look at me all she wants. I belong to her. I was always meant to belong to her. Even if we weren’t each other's firsts, we’re going to be each other’s lasts, and that’s way more important.
“See something you like?” I ask, flexing my arms like a body builder. I look stupid, but it has the desired effect. Mila rolls her eyes while laughing at my antics.
“Yeah, Casanova. I see a whole lot I like.” She trails her hands over my torso, scratching her nails against my abs. My stomach contracts, and I grab her hand, halting her movement. Lifting her into my arms, I find the closest surface to hold her against. I can hold her weight just fine, but I want to feel her trembling against me.
Crashing my lips to hers, I swallow down her surprised cry and slide my tongue into her mouth. I’ll never get tired of the feel of her legs wrapped around me, fingers threaded in my hair. Her soft lips are crushed under mine, but I can’t get enough. It’ll never be enough.
Lifting her higher into my arms, I growl as she rolls her hipsagainst mine.Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you need. “If you keep that up, it’s going to ruin my plans, and you don’t want that, do you?” Kissing down her neck, I walk down the hallway with my Mila in my arms.
I need a flat surface, and soon.
As we reach our bedroom, Mila tilts her head back and smirks. “Depends on what your plans are.”
Tossing her onto the bed, I unbuckle my pants and shove them down with a grin. “I’m going to make you forget.”
My heart stalls in my chest when she sits up, pulling her shirt over her head. Her breasts rest high in her yellow lacy bra. I’m convinced I could come just by looking at her.
“Forget what?"
“Everything but my name.”
Heading to my dresser, I grab the tie I left there earlier. I almost wore it to dinner at her parents’, but she assured me it would be too much. It’s okay though, I have a better use for it.
Resting my knee on the bed, I hold it up for her to see. Her eyes widen a bit, but she doesn’t look worried—if anything, she looks intrigued.
“How much do you trust me?”
Chapter Forty-Four
Mila
Kash looks so hopeful, kneeling on our bed in front of me. I’ve never had the opportunity to be very adventurous in bed with a partner, but I like it better this way. None of the guys I was with before him really cared about me, and I trust Kash way more than I could have ever pretended to trust one of them.
“Enough to let you use that on me. Besides”—I lean back on my elbows—“didn’t I promise you anything you want?”
