Page 43 of Isn't She Lucky
“Oh, Giada,” he moans. His body trembles. I feel tears running down my neck.
“Kase, it’s okay,” I say, but his body is steadily jerking as he succumbs to pleasure. “Kase, I love you.”
He sniffles. The sound makes tears come to my eyes. “You don’t know the torture I went through to get back to you. You don’t know, Giada.” He sniffles again. “You don’t know.”
“I have an idea.”
He sits up. The tears have since drained from his eyes when he says, “I’m never losing you again.”
“Good. Then we’re on the same page.”
He disconnects from me physically, but emotionally, we’re connected for life. Pulling me into his arms, he says, “We should’ve been this way a long, long time ago, but I was in no position to change things.”
“Neither was I,” I say. “We were too young...”
“We should’ve run away together,” he says.
“Like Romeo and Juliet?”
He laughs. “No. Definitely not like them! They didn’t make it. I mean, we could’ve run away—did our own thing.”
“What would that have done to our parents?”
“Don’t know,” he says, gently stroking my back. “My parents were more into each other than me. They probably wouldn’t have known I was missing.”
“My mother would’ve known immediately. She had a tight rein on me. I mean, after all, look at what she did to us.”
He leans forward, leaves a kiss on my temple, and says, “We’ll have to deal with her later.”
“Yeah.”
“For now, I just want to enjoy you.”
“Well, I’m not going anywhere, so you can enjoy all you want. You already tricked me into marrying you. I’m yours now.”
“You are, and don’t ever forget it.”
12.
“Kase!”
I just woke up thirty minutes ago, and he already has my body shaking – has me screaming for him. Our reunion has been nothing short of fantastic. Life changing. Everything about us is unfathomable. Well, it used to be.
Now, it’s reality.
“Hold me tighter, Giada. Hold me like I’m yours.”
“You are mine.”
“Then show me, baby.”
I grip him tighter as he requested, holding on for dear life while he takes me on a wild ride so early in the morning, rocking me out of a slumber and a night of lovemaking I have yet to recover from. He clamps down on my mouth, swirls our tongues together like ice cream, and releases, groaning softly in my ear.
“Kase!” I scream, toppling over with him.
“Mmm, I got you, baby.”
I’m panting, fighting for air, and trying to control my movements, but it’s of no use. When he’s in it, my body is no longer mine, so I let it do whatever he wants it to.
