Unsteadily, she pushed herself to her feet and took baby steps towards him, side stepping around the mannequin with expertise as she did so. Closing the gap between them, he took another step back and she slowed to a stop. “Why are you moving away from me?” she asked with a smirk.
“Just because… I want you to come out here, away from that beautiful dress you’ve worked so hard on.”
Sighing, she took two strides towards him then stopped directly in front of him. Smiling, she took the glass from his hand and knocked it back in one go, closing her eyes, the liquid warmed her body as it slid down her throat.
“I needed that,” she whispered, “thank you.”
She felt his breath hit her skin on her neck and her balance wavered slightly at his proximity, he inched closer until his bare chest was flush against her heaving bosom. Taking the glass from her hand he dropped it to the grass and moved his hand to trail down her neck, she murmured in contentment and let her head fall back. He brought his other hand to the back and supported her head then placed small open mouthed kisses along her throat. Her now empty hands had found the elastic waistband at the top of his sweats and sliding her fingers into them, she gripped onto them as he devoured her neck. His warm kisses worked their way to her jaw, stopping at her mouth. “You’re so beautiful, Juliet,” he whispered bringing her head back up, “look at me.”
Hearing his command, she instantly opened her drowsy eyes and found his desire filled ones staring intently at her. “I’m so proud of you for having the balls to tell me what you told me earlier,” he whispered.
“You are?” she asked. She moved one of her hands from his waistband and ran her fingers up the contours of his chest. She felt him shudder and a small moan flew from his mouth. She stopped at his nipple and tweaked it playfully as he answered, “Uhm.”
She did it again and he inhaled sharply “Please don’t do that,” he mumbled closing his eyes.
“Why not?” she challenged. She smirked when she felt his erection press prominently into her groin.
“Just because…,” he started. She moved her mouth to cover his nipple gently toying with it between her teeth and couldn’t help but smile when he squirmed under her touch, it made her feel powerful knowing she had such an effect over him. “I’ll be left with no choice but to throw you to the ground and take you right here, out in the garden,” he finished, his voice was husky and raw.
“Sounds like fun,” she muttered as she continued to lavish her kisses against his chest. She heard the rumble of laughter reverberate in his chest at her answer, it soon faded when she slid her hand down over his solid manhood.
Quickly dropping his hand from her neck, he covered her hand with his, “No, not here,” he responded moving himself away from her slightly “your family could arrive home any second.”
“Are you denying me your body, Kai?” she asked. Her tongue slid out from between her lips and she cocked her head to one side, with raised eyebrows.
“I’ll never deny you anything, Myla. It must wait, for now,” he replied with a wink.
Sliding her hand back up his chest and stopping on his lightly stubbled jaw, she smiled. “Kiss me, I want to feel your lips on mine.” Without a moment’s hesitation, he opened his mouth and took hers passionately. He kissed her as though to devour her with his lips, mouth, and tongue was the only way to express how he truly felt about her. I could kiss her all day, she’s so fucking addictive. He desired her more than anyone else, and in that moment her kiss felt like ecstasy. It was intoxicating, addictive and delicious.
“Kai,” she panted unsteadily when he broke away.
“Myla, do you have any idea of the feelings you give me?” he asked shakily. He placed his mouth back over hers and kissed her again, sensually sucking her bottom lip between his. She swallowed hard past the rock that seemed to have embedded itself in the back of her throat and her entire core swam with a gripping need to tell him how she felt about him, to tell him how he made her feel.
“Kai,” she breathed against his mouth. He pulled away with a look of pure sexual need and took her hands in his.
“Sssh,” he rasped as he pulled her towards the house, “I have a surprise for you.”
“Wait! A surprise?”
“Yes. A surprise,” he confirmed with a smirk and continued to pull her towards the house.
“For me? Why?” she asked when she finally moved her feet from their glued position and followed him into the house.
“Just because…” he shrugged.
Excitement rippled through her body and she let out an excited squeal. Dutifully, she let him lead her through the kitchen towards the stairs, where he stopped and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs with ease. She let out a laugh as he nipped at her neck with his teeth, “Concentrate, I don’t want you dropping me,” she giggled.
“I can’t concentrate on anything when I’m around you, Myla.” Coming to a standstill outside the bedroom door, he gently placed her to her feet and moved behind her. He placed his large palms over her eyes, “Are you ready?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded frantically and excitedly. He moved one hand away and unlocked the door, placing his hand back to cover her eyes, he pushed the door open with his foot and slowly guided her in through it. Moving into the room, her senses were hit with the smell of food and her mouth instantly began to salivate and her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten a thing all day and now she could eat a scabby horse.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered when he moved his hands away and took a step back from her.
Slowly opening her eyes, her heart took up a ferocious gallop in her chest at the sight before her. Hundreds of fairy lights adorned the bedroom casting a romantic ambiance to glow around the room, a small table and two chairs were in the middle of the room with a lit candle in the middle and a single red rose placed on her empty plate. She clutched her top, wide-eyed and shuffled herself further into the room, “I have your favorite Chinese meal ready to serve, a hot bath all waiting for you and this for us to watch,” he said.
She pivoted herself around to face him and silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked at what was in his hand. “Gone with the Wind,” she whispered with a smile.
“Yes. Our favorite film, if I remember correctly?” Don’t tell her you got it from Darcy.