Page 40 of Isn't She Lucky
I trace his lips with my index finger while my senses take everything in. He smells masculine. Addictive. Warm spice, soap, and his pheromones – that’s what I smell. I pull in deep breaths of him, feeling the heaviness of him resting against my thigh as his gaze grows hungrier by the second.
The heat radiating from his body builds the tension, the anticipation of what he’s thinking about doing to me. His stare reveals desire in his eyes, but it’s not just fire. It’s awe. Adoration. Appreciation. And when I can’t take it anymore – when I feel the visceral need for his lips to be touching mine, for his beard to scrape against my skin, his hand to grip my neck, I lift up and connect my mouth to his.
He seals the connection with his mouth, kissing me back down to my pillow. Kissing me for all the years he couldn’t. He makes love to my mouth, bathing me with his tongue, making up for lost time.
This is surreal. Something out of a dream. Something I never could have imagined, but it’s happening so fast and suddenly, ithasto be reality.
My toes curled twenty minutes ago and have yet to release them. My internal organs feel rejuvenated. Reconditioned. Goosebumps tatter my skin. I’m—
I don’t know what I am, but I love this feeling. I wish I could bottle it up and save some for later because taking him in these mighty doses is overpowering my heart.
“I love you, Giada,” he tells me, his wet lips brushing against mine.
“I love you, too, Kasim.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Did you love me all those years ago?” he asks softly. “Hmm?”
“I did.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, alternating between grazing his teeth on my neck and leaving kisses.
My body jerks at the feel of his mouth touching my skin. At his teeth teasing to destroy my nervous system.
“Honestly, I was scared.”
“Scared of what, baby?” he asks, his lips steadily fluttering against my skin.
Baby. I’m his baby. The term of endearment floats from his mouth tenderly. Easily. Possessively. It sinks into my chest and further affirms that I’m his. He’s claiming me. Cherishing me. I’ll always love this man.
“Tell me,” he asks seductively. “What were you scared of?”
“I was scared of what love could’ve done to us. We were young, Kase.”
“I know.”
“Too young to have those kinds of feelings.”
“But we had them. They were there,” he says.
“They were, but one mistake and I could’ve ended up pregnant—”
“Nothing between us would’ve been a mistake. Nothing. My feelings for you were real. They became more and more potent as the years went by, and they’re still here, alive and well. My feelings for you have never waned.”
“Neither have mine for you, Kase. All these years, I’ve been waiting for you. I just tried to convince myself that I wasn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because of who you were. I figured you’d be married to some amazing woman with some amazing little kids by now.”
He grins. “Iammarried to an amazing woman.”
He kisses my lips again, settling between my legs.
I love this feeling – love being with him. It’s rare that people like me get what we want out of life. This time, I won. I have him, and he loves me.
