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And then, as if someone flipped a switch, her mood changes. Her breathing settles, and her moaning stops. “Kala.”
“Mm?”
“Where are you right now? Where did you go?”
She answers, but it’s the tone of someone attempting to smooth things over.
“I’m right here, Etienne.”
“Something is wrong. I did something—”
“Nothing is wrong, I swear…”
“Kala.”
“It’s not important,” she insists, cupping my face. I can practically see her beaming bravely up at me.
Fuck that.
22
Kala
My husband asks where did I go just now?
I don’t know how to answer that.
This may be a first. I always have a quick answer. I’m a professional thinks-on-her-toes.
“I… don’t know what you mean.” This is a lie. The truth is, I was enjoying every second with him until my self-preservation kicked in.
The way he ordered me to say his name repeatedly made my heart race. This is trouble. The standoff between my heart, my logical brain, and my libido has begun in earnest.
The next thing I know, we’ve switched positions, and he’s tucking me into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around me.
“You went somewhere, or I did something you didn’t like,” he murmurs, kissing my temple.
This sweetness isn’t helping me stay objective. Does he not know that every kiss, every touch, sends me deeper into oblivion? And how much that scares the fire out of me?
“You’re doing everything right, Etienne. It’s been a long time, and I don’t know if I remember how to make it good for you too.”
Technically, all of this is true, but a deflection.
“Good? Darling, I’m half out of my mind trying not to finish too fast. Trust me, there’s absolutely nothing you can do wrong. But if you want us to slow down, I will. I can wait as long as you need.”
As long as I need? Gods, I’ve been fantasizing about the so-called Bad Prince demolishing me with that wicked mouth for years. Too many years.
It’s not a matter of needing to wait. It’s all about being up in my head because I’m falling too hard, too fast, watching my heart break right in front of me.
“No, I don’t need to wait.”
“I think you do.”
He’s not going to budge. And I both hate him and love him for this. Where has this sensitive man been hiding all this time? And did some part of me secretly know he was hiding inside the unserious, hedonistic exterior all along?
Look at me, half-believing in soul mates.
“Tell me how to please you, Kala.”
