It looks like you’ve calmed down too.
Something grew in the space between us, and it wasn’t tension. It was lust mingling with love. Arousal rising with passion. It tightened the muscles in my stomach and at the base of my throat. I swallowed as my anger began to dissolve.
I forced myself to move my attention away from that thick cock, up past his layered abs, and well beyond that sculpted chest. I directed my view to that gorgeous face.
The heat in Kaz’s gaze swept over me, almost leaving me shaking. Trembling, if I was honest.
“How long have you been there?” I asked.
“Long enough.” His tone was calm. “How was your shower?”
“It was good.” I reached out for my towel.
He moved my hand away. “You won’t need that. I like it when you’re wet.”
I curled my lips into a smile. “And I like it when you’re naked. Why didn’t you come into the shower?”
“Because I’m still mad.”
I rolled my eyes, grabbed the towel, and walked off. “Then, I’m still mad too.”
A dark chuckle left him as he grabbed me from behind, stopping my exit from the bathroom. Slowly, he brushed his lips along my cheek and pressed his hard cock against my ass.
He whispered, “It’s time for our discussion.”
“Maybe we should fuck first.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you might not like what I have to say.”
He yanked the towel off and turned me around. “Slow down.”
“Slow down?”
“With your men. With whatever your plans are.”
“Fine, but you could’ve said that without punching my men.”
“I only punched one this time. Be happy.”
I stepped back. “There won’t be another time.”
No traces of humor lay on his face. “There will be another time. I love you. I want you safe. If that means punching your men occasionally, I will.”
His words made me feel invincible, beautiful, and adored. But he could not go around knocking out my men.
Damn you, Kaz. You’re not fighting fair.
I tried to continue to stand my ground. “But—”
“That’s final.” He lowered his head and kissed the sensitive spot on my neck.
Against my will, my breath rushed out. Kazimir had learned all the ways to pleasure me. He could do so with ease, whether I was angry or not.
I inched away.
He prowled forward. “Any more questions?”
“No, but I do have concerns.” I rushed off and opened the door, needing to escape him. If I let him touch me any more, he’d get his way with no problem.
He fell into step behind me. Annoyance laced his voice. “Concerns?”
I turned around and gave us some space, but I was naked and vulnerable, and he was inches in front of me, giving me no room.
Intensity blazed in his eyes. Inhaling me, he whispered. “What are your concerns, mysh?”
“If you can hit my men, then surely I can hit yours.”
He leaned closer. His warm breath touched my collarbone.
Staring at him, being bound by his gaze, twisted me. With the way he studied me, it was like Kaz had full access to my inner thoughts. Like there would be no outmaneuvering him. Those eyes said, “Give up! Why fight it?”
“You hitting my men? Hmmm.” His mouth curved and laughter glittered in his eyes. “Is that a question?”
“It’s a statement.”
He groaned and lifted me up in seconds.
Breathless, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Let’s talk about your concerns over here.” He lowered me onto the bed and then came down with me. His scent and power surrounded my space. “If you want to hit them, go ahead.”
I blinked.
“Of course, you should have a reason to do it.”
“And you had a reason?” I asked.
“Yes. That giant idiot hit you.”
“I asked him to hit me.”
“Then don’t.” His command came out like slow fire, burning my anger away and causing me to melt. And then Kazimir devoured my mouth, ending our discussion for now. He knew how much I loved his tongue. He knew how addicted I was to his body. All it took was that and I knew the argument was over.
Does he know how easy he can make me bend?
My slowly rising anger broke away. I shoved my doubts and fears to the side, for now. I knew the man I’d fallen in love with. He wouldn’t be easy or reasonable when it came to protecting me. Neither would I when it came to having his back.
Somehow, we had to compromise and not compromise at the same time. Our egos were too big for anything else.
How will we make it?
Kazimir swallowed that thought away.
Who cares? I love him. We can survive anything.
Giving up, I yanked down his boxer briefs, freeing his cock for only my eyes.
He pulled me to the center of the bed.
Before I could say another word, Kazimir settled his body on mine and kissed me until I couldn’t see straight. His hand fisted my hair, tugging harder the longer we kissed. I gasped in pleasured pain and he immediately let go. He kissed his way down my body, tasting me intimately until I cried out his name.