Page 29 of Captive Union
I look her over. “That doesn’t make you happy?”
“None of this really makes me happy.”
“You want me to choose you for you and not because you’re a pawn in my game with your brothers,” I state.
“Well, yes,” she whispers, starting to duck her head again.
“Don’t do that,” I remind her gently. She lifts her head back up. “And Kira, how many times do I have to tell you that I do desire you for you? You’re not just a pawn, trust me.”
She lets out a shuddering breath. “I struggle to believe you.”
“Then I guess you’ll just have to give it time.” I push my plate away. “Are you done with dinner?” She nods. “Then shall we take this upstairs?”
“Upstairs?” she squeaks.
“Yes. To our bedroom. You’ll be moving into my room now that we’re married.”
“I can’t have sex with you,” she blurts out before slapping a hand over her mouth.
I blink before chuckling, “It’s all right. I figured we wouldn’t tonight. Doesn’t mean we can’t sleep next to each other in the same bed. I know you’ve been raised as a good mafia girl. We’re married now. You don’t need to worry what others will think.”
She lowers her hand. “Ok,” she whispers.
“Ok.” I stand up and walk over to her, gently taking her hand. Kira holds my gaze, steadier than she’s ever been, as she stands and walks by my side up the stairs.
Once we’re in our bedroom—ourbedroom, I like the sound of that—Kira watches as I start to take off my jacket, then undo my cufflinks.
“You can change into something more comfortable,” I tell her, nodding to the closet, where I have clothes stored for her.
“In front of you?”
“Yes. Now that we’re married, it’s all right to be naked in front of each other.”
She shakes her head roughly. “I’m not ready for that.”
“Ok, ok.” I slip my shirt off. My undershirt is still on, which is apparently a relief to Kira since she quickly releases a deep breath. But then, in one swift movement, I whisk my undershirt off, giving Kira a good look at my naked chest. She looks away, walking to the closet and picking out a simple pajama set. There are much sexier pieces in there, but, of course, Kira has to choose the more modest set. I shouldn’t be surprised, but a man can hope.
She rushes into the ensuite bathroom and closes the door behind her. I chuckle as I finish taking my clothes off, keeping my briefs on. I don’t want to give Kira a heart attack when she steps out of the bathroom.
I look over when she opens the door and see her in the pajamas, looking comfortable. Even though she’s covered up, she still looks fucking delectable. I wish I could take a bite out of her tonight. Well, who says I can’t have one taste?
I stride over to her, grip her face gently, and kiss her deeply before she can react. Kira goes still for a second, then her body melts into mine. I infuse as much passion and frustration as I can into the kiss. I kiss her like I might die tomorrow.
Finally, I pull back. Her eyes flutter as she opens them, and I smile before turning and backing up. Her eyes follow me, and she gasps when she sees me in nothing but my briefs, averting her eyes.
“You can look if you want to,” I tell her.
She just scrambles to the bed and gets under the covers, squeezing her eyes shut.
I chuckle darkly as I get into bed next to her. Kira is silent as I turn off the lamp and settle in for bed. I wonder what she’s thinking about—the kiss, our newly married status, her family?
I continue thinking about her as my mind wanders off into sleep.
CHAPTER10
Kira
It’s tough to breathe when I wake up. I’m surrounded by darkness, and a weight is on top of me. I push my hands out, clawing at the darkness until I scramble out from under the blanket suffocating me. It had been over my face, explaining why it was a struggle to breathe. But the blanket doesn’t explain the weight on me. No, that would be the arm lying across my waist. Erik’s arm. Because we’re in bed together. Married.
