I stare at him, stunned speechless for the time being. He waits, and when I don’t respond I almost feel the fight leave his body.
“If you don’t feel the same way,” he adds softly, “I understand. I - ” In a moment of weakness, I shut him up with my mouth. I kiss him like my life depends on it. I don’t trust myself to say anything with words. So I don’t.
Kyler lifts me up, and carries me to my bed. He strips me of my dress, and then removes his own clothes. I watch as crawls over to me, and settles between my legs. His mouth slants over mine, and he kisses me gently, with reverence. Tears roll down my temples as the magnitude of what I feel for him settles over me, overwhelming me.
“Don’t cry,” Kyler whispers, kissing each of my eye lids in turn. “I can’t stand to see you hurting.”
When my eyes open and meet his intense gaze, I see what my heart is too scared to believe. He loves me.
“I love you,” I say quietly. “Make love to me.”
He smiles shyly, and presses a kiss to my lips as he pushes into me slowly. My legs go around his waist and I hug his body to mine. His hips move in slow even strokes, and I feel ready to combust. Our moans fill my dark bedroom and our bodies collide in a store of lust, and passion, and love. Nothing we’ve ever done can equal what I feel right now.
“So good,” Kyler murmurs into my ear. “So beautiful.”
I hitch my legs higher, and Kyler circles his hips, making me cry out in delirious pleasure. Our fingers thread together above my head, and Kyler’s mouth travels down my neck to my breasts. He sucks a piqued nipple into his mouth, and the first swirl of my orgasm sparks to life in my core. I feel ever part of Kyler on my skin, basking in the way our skin rubs together. After teasing my nipples raw, Kyler’s mouth comes back to mine, and for the hours that follow, he makes me believe his words. He loves me.
Chapter 14
~ Cassey ~
I’m woken up by the feel of Kyler’s mouth making its way down my spine. He lays sweet, hot kisses down the length of my back, stopping at the dimples above my butt. “Hmmmm” I hum, turning around to face him. He rolls on top of me, and I spread my legs, his heavy erection resting on my belly. “Good morning, beautiful,” he coos. I probably look terrible, with messy hair, and raccoon eyes from the make-up I had on last night. I love that it doesn’t matter to Kyler though. He still thinks I’m beautiful.
“ Morning.” I smile. My hands roam his back, trailing every dip and every curve of his hard muscles. This man is beautiful, an Adonis. My Adonis. He looks into my eyes, into my soul, and I’m almost breathless all over again. “I could get used to this,” he murmurs. He kisses my neck, and moves lower to my breasts. I arch my back as he pulls a nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
“Ohhh,” I moan. Kyler hums and the vibrations travel through my body. I grab Kyler’s hair, and give it a tug. He rewards me with a feral growl, and captures my mouth.
My stomach rumbles, and we both stop. He stares at me for a beat, and then we both burst into a fit of giggles.
“Sorry,” I say around my laughter. “You depleted my energy last night.”
Kyler’s face falls slightly and he gives me a sad smile. “Listen, Cass, about last night - ”
I put my finger on his mouth to silence him. “It’s fine. Can we just move on and forget about it?”
“I’m sorry,” he replies, apologizing for the thousandth time.
“Everything before ‘I love you’ doesn’t matter,” I tell him.
His mouth slants into his shy smile, and his eyes glisten with the love I feel pulsating between us.
“That happened, huh?” he asks.
“It did. You said you love me.” I grin, deliriously happy.
“I do,” he says quietly.
“I love you, too.” I press a feather light kiss to his mouth. My stomach rumbles again.
“Okay, baby, time to feed my woman.”
Kyler jumps out of bed, and I wrap myself in a silk robe. Kyler pulls on a pair of sweats he keeps at my apartment, and walks to the kitchen. I lift myself on the breakfast island and watch Kyler move around my kitchen like he belongs there. Granted, he’s been in my kitchen many times, but after last night it feels different. Everything feels different.
“What do you feel like?” Kyler asks, bending at the waist to see what’s in my fridge.
“Ummm…” I pause, admiring the view. “I kind of like what I’m looking at right now.”
Kyler stands and turns to face me. “That makes two of us.”
His hands slide up my exposed thighs, and my skin breaks out into goosebumps. “We’d better not get freaky on the counter,” I say. “I don’t think the landlord would appreciate it.”
Kyler pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, and his brows dip into a slight frown. He looks unsure of himself.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I probably should have mentioned who your landlord is when you signed the lease agreement,” he replies.
“Why? Who is it?”
“Me.”
“What? How?” I ask, confused and slightly taken back.
“I bought it, the day I showed it to you,” he replies. He watches my face, gauging my reaction.
“But why?”
“You needed an apartment, and I figured it would be a good investment. So I bought it.”
I don’t know what to say. I should be angry, but looking into Kyler’s eyes makes it hard.
“You did it for me?”
“Yes. I did it for you. Don’t be mad.”
I shake my head, fighting the way his sentiment has my emotions doing cartwheels.
“Thank you,” I say quietly. “It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” And it is. I can’t help but think that it’s the ‘Grand Gesture’ women are always talking about, only Kyler made it long before our fight.
Kyler kisses my nose. “You’re welcome, baby. Can I make you breakfast now?” he asks with a chuckle.
“I suggest you do. I plan on taking advantage of you all day.”
Kyler clears his throat, and steps away, causing me to laugh. “Is an omelet good for you?”
“Sounds delicious.”
Kyler prepares all the ingredients, and I decide to check my phone. I read the five texts from Quinn, all asking if I’m okay and if I got home safe last night, and reply quickly. I tell her I’m fine, and promise to call her later. When I walk back into the kitchen, Kyler is plating an omelet, and the smell makes me salivate. Kyler lifts me onto the breakfast island and comes to stand between my legs.
“Open,” he says. I open my mouth, and Kyler starts feeding me. I can’t deny that it’s a major turn on. I chew the tasty food appreciatively as Kyler takes a bite of his own. He feeds me a few more bites until we’ve devoured the food, and then cleans up before picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He sets me down on the edge of the tub, and starts the hot water. When the tub is full, I stand up and push Kyler’s sweats down his legs. The silk robe slides down my body, and Kyler’s hands trace my curves. I climb into the tub, and Kyler settles behind me.
“What are you thinking about?” Kyler asks, breaking the comfortable silence. I smile, loving the way he can read me so easily. “Nothing in particular,” I reply.