“Ah. Women. That’s so unfair. I should be allowed to stay mad at you for a bit.”
“Never. We are husband and wife, remember? I won’t accept any anger between us. Not even for a second.”
He finally took his eyes off her swollen feet to look at her. The love he felt for her surged in that moment, threatening to drown him.
They were in their bedroom and he was sitting at the edge of the bed. She was lying down on her back, her feet propped over his thighs. She was in nothing but her night robe and bonnet, yet, she still stole his breath away. Her and that bump that seemed to be getting bigger by the day.
“I just want you to be fine, Keish. I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.” She was too stubborn. Too damn stubborn. She had even refused his offer to give her an office that was more befitting for the wife of the CEO, saying she loved her job and no one could do it better than she did. Besides, what was she going to be doing if she wasn’t being his personal assistant? She didn’t want to be reduced to some girl with a decorative office and position. That had been her argument and he respected that.
Still, he wished she wouldn’t work so hard.
“Oh, dear… you know what? Leave my feet. It’s all better now.” She peered down at it and wiggled for effect. “See? They’re no longer swollen, thanks to your magic hands. Now, come here. This bed feels too big and lonely without you in it.” Her lips settled into an adorable pout as she finished.
How could he refuse her when she asked so sweetly?
He wasted no time crawling into bed with her, and the moment his head touched the pillow, she took his lips hungrily.
Kane knew that there was something different about the kiss from the moment it started.
Her hands were impatient, as though they wanted something more, and her mouth moved hurriedly against his as the tempo picked. Wanting to enjoy the moment, to savor it for as long as it took. If that night was going to be their first, he intended to take his time. He took her face in his hands and took control of the kiss.
Expertly, he slowed the tempo and began to make love to her mouth. He enjoyed kissing her. Before Keisha, he had never known kissing could be so enjoyable. She had lips that were softer than berry and sweeter than nectar.
Tonight, she tasted of the cinnamon juice she had had just before falling into bed. As he probed her lips apart, seeking entrance into her mouth, she rewarded him with a moan.
Low, hungry. It drove him crazy.
Their lips clashed and nibbled, their tongues danced together. Soon, she was opening up wider for him and he angled her head, so he could explore deeper.
He touched every inch of her, the roof of her mouth, her hidden corners. As the kiss deepened, their breaths shortened.
Needing more, wanting more, his hands began to trail. Down her throat, to her neck, down that line that parted her boobs, until he plucked one ripe twin in his hands.
“Kanee…” she moaned into his mouth.
It was like sweet music to his ears, and it sent blood down south, making his erection strain against the shorts he had on.
As he kneaded one breast, he knew that he had to feel the other, to taste both of them. So gently, ever so gently, he turned her on her back and got on top. Careful not to crush her or the babe with his weight, he began to trail kisses down her throat.
She rewarded him with her squirming and her glorious moans. As his lips went lower, he began to part her robe with his hands. They fell away, leaving the thin, transparent sleeve on a nightgown to his view.
It had lace trimmings. And they were the only thing standing between him and those boobs. Beautiful, beautiful boobs.
He looked up at her, needing to seek permission before going further, for he knew… he knew that once they passed first base, he wouldn’t want to stop.
He didn’t have to say anything. She understood the look in his eyes, as much as he understood the arousal in her darkened gaze. She nodded. Twice. It was enough.
Taking his time, he peeled off every inch of clothing from her body, until she laid naked in front of him. Sure, he had seen her in a bikini, in her panties and bra, but he had never seen her completely naked.
Needing time to appreciate this beauty, he sat back on his knees and fed his eyes.
She was a pure work of art, nothing more, nothing less. From her beautiful curly hair, to her hazel eyes, her cute nose, and those lips he couldn’t get enough of. Her neck was long and strong, and her collar bones told him that anything on the right woman’s body could be sexy.
Her biceps, toned, firm, same with every inch of her body, all the way down to her toes. Her breasts were luscious. There was no other word for them. Firm, pert. Evidence that they had been made by God himself. And where they stopped just above the end of her ribs, her abs continued. Her waist went in, only to come out with curves that were to die for.
And finally, that V between her legs, he knew he could bury himself in there and forget his worries. Good Lord, but he was in for a feast. How could one ever get tired of this body?
“Gosh, you are fucking perfect, Keisha. And all mine. All mine.”
He drowned whatever reply she could have had with a hungry kiss. Then, he finally pounced on one her boobs.
With one hand, he held her two hands firmly above her head, at her wrists. With the other hand, he kneaded the neglected twin as he suckled on the other. She even tasted glorious, and pardon him, but he could not help but drink greedily.
She squirmed beneath him, her soft moans feeling the air. And whenever she arched, pushing herself further into his mouth, he got a little harder.
He took his time with her breasts. Lavishing each with sufficient attention, before moving on. He could feel her desire, smell her arousal. The air was filled with her wetness, and the steam from the fever he was causing her threatened to burn him.
His tongue licked every flesh on his path and when he got to where the small bump laid, he placed a soft kiss on it. Somehow, when he joined her, he was going to be one with their baby too.
As he lingered there, her hands broke free and dropped affectionately on his head. Then, getting loss in his hair, she began to massage his scalp while her other hand trailed circles on his back.
The sensations from his scalp were going to be his undoing and when the discomfort in his pants grew, he moved lower.
“If you keep touching my head that way, I’m afraid I can’t be responsible for loosing control,” he warned, his voice gruff from the intense pleasure she was causing him. He had never known his scalp was an erogenous zone, but this was the woman he loved. Everywhere she touched, burned.
Finally, he was parting her legs, so eager to get a taste of her. But first, he trailed her inner thighs with kisses, enjoying the moans, the wiggling, the sharp intake of breath.
She reminded him of chocolate. Creamy, sweet chocolate. Wanting to see if she tasted anything like it, he lifted her thighs over his shoulder and tasted.
“Kane!” she exclaimed, shooting up from the bed the moment his tongue delved into her slick, drenched folds.”
“Shhh. Relax, babe. Relax and let me love you.”
And so she did. Falling back into the soft mattress, all her muscles went languid around him and he knew that she had given herself to him. The honor.
He took her clit first, licking and nibbling, sucking and grazing, until he started to feel her legs shake with the first wave of her orgasm. Her breath hitched and her hand dug into his hair to keep his head where she wanted him.
She was near, and he knew this. He found her sweet entrance and thrust one finger into it.
A loud gasp was heard and when he tugged on her clit once more, she came with a loud heavenly cry. Her sweet release pouring on his fingers, the sheets. Greedy, he lapped it all up. Every single drop he could get on his tongue.
When he rose, a sense of pride filled him. Her hair was properly tussled, her face moist from sweat, and her eyes hazy with lust. It was time. His little man
was telling him he couldn’t wait any longer.
Slowly, Kane pulled away from the bed, not taking his eyes off her. Then, he rid himself of his shorts. He watched as her eyes fell to his dick, and then the impossible happened – his bulge got bigger.
Fuck. How did she make that happen? He could not remember ever being so hard. Never.
Just as he had pulled away, he climbed on and widened her legs until he was poised at her entrance. His gaze held hers. This moment, it was special and he wanted her with him. He needed to know that she was following him for the entire ride.
As though she had read his thoughts, she nodded. She was with him. She would be with him. What more could he ask for. As tenderly as he could, he started to ease into her. Slowly, very painfully slowly.
His head almost blew apart as her tight, warm, moistness gripped around him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and it took him great effort to open them, to establish that eye contact once more.
Everything in him tore apart and came back together as he reached her tilt. The feel of her cervix pushing against his head, the way her muscles clenched tightly around him, as if he had been made for her, and her for him.
Christ, but this was what people meant when they said they were going home. This was home.
“Are you okay, Keish?”
He needed to know before he continued. He couldn’t bear to hurt her or the baby.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good… Kane, it’s probably late but there’s something you should know.”
Later, when he thought about this moment, he wondered why he hadn’t felt the least bit of fear. He wondered how he had trusted so easily that whatever it was she wanted to tell him wasn’t going to be anything grievous.
“Yes, babe?”
There was a small pause and as he waited. Howbeit patiently, he knew that there was only so much a man could take. He wanted to start moving in her. He desperately needed it. A bead of sweat dropped from his forehead, but he managed to hold on to restraint. Even though it took all his will power.
“I…” she bit her lips and looked shyly away.
Wait, was this… was she going to tell him she was a virgin? It couldn’t be, could it? Yes, he felt the tightness, yes, he had felt the obstruction while going in, but he had simply assumed it was because it had been a long time.
“Hey, babe. Look at me. Whatever it is, you don’t have to be shy with me.”
She did look at him, then lowered her gaze as she started to talk. “Well, I’ve only done this once. So, I still quite don’t know how it works. I just thought to tell you before hand, you know, so you wouldn’t feel disappointed.”
“What? Just once? Cory?”
“Yes. But it was so awful, we didn’t even bother again. And that was like a month before the breakup. I feel like he just wanted to keep up the facade until the promotion happened.”
Pissed at the bastard and heartbroken for her, he leaned in to kiss her. It was the most passionate kiss they had ever shared and when they pulled apart, she had tears in her eyes. He was used to that, these days, so, he simply teased.
“Damn Hormones?”
His heart beat for joy when she chuckled. “Damn hormones.”
“Well, they better take a break, ‘coz I want to love my wife. You don’t have to be worried about anything, Keisha. All the other women I’ve been with? They cease to exist. Right now, it’s you and me and this is a first for me too, Keisha. This is my first time loving a woman as much as I love you. You get that? You could never disappoint me. Everything you do is perfect, and we will learn to please each other, together. I’m in love with you.”
The trust in her eyes, and then the shock, and awe. They floored him. Because he felt his tears would not be held back if he heard her say those words in return, he drowned her words with his kiss and began to move inside of her.
His strokes were lazy, yet powerful. Breaths resonated in harmony, fluid mixed, hands entwined, lips danced, and the scent of their lovemaking drenched the air. It was glorious and when they reached the peak and tipped over the edge together, it was perfect.
As the aftershocks of their ecstasy washed over them, he pulled away, tucked her to his side and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
“Wow. That was definitely a first for me, Keisha.”
Her hands wrapped around him, drawing him closer into her, as though she could not get enough.
“It was a first for me too. And Kane, what you said the other time? I want you to know that you don’t have to… I mean, we are adults and casual sex happens all the time.”
“Not with you, Keisha. Not with you. And you know me well enough to know that I would never say things I do not mean. Especially things like that. I meant every word. Every single word. I’m in love with you, Keisha. I knew it that day I saw you in that beautiful white dress, walking down the aisle to meet me. I knew then that I was the luckiest man in the whole wide world, because you were going to be mine, and I, yours. And it’s okay if you don’t feel it too. You don’t have to say it now.”
He felt the wetness on his shoulder, before he heard it in her voice. Propping herself up on one arm, she looked down at him, eyes gushed with tears.
“Oh, Kane. You had no idea, did you? I’ve had a crush on you since forever. God, I had it so bad at first, I would get jealous whenever you went out with those girls and I had to send them flowers. But I got over it. Mum knew, Dad,” she rolled her eyes. “Jordyn… But not completely, you know? There was always that little something that made my hair stand, and my heart tingle, whenever you were near.”
Her smile at the way she trailed the heart shape over his left breast, and her words… they made Kane’s heart tingle. She had had a crush on him? How had he never been able to tell?
“And to think that I always found you attractive but I didn’t want to be that kind of boss.”
A lovely giggle broke free from her lips. “I would have been flattered, yes. But I probably would have turned you down if you had made a move. Anyway, in a way, I guess I could say the whole Miami saga brought some blessings in disguise. That was when I started seeing this whole side to you and I couldn’t help it. It was on our wedding day that I finally admitted to myself. I too am in love with you, Kane. I love you with every vein in my heart.”
She took his hand then and placed it over her chest. The wild, erratic drumming thrummed against his palm. It made his heart resonate at the same frequency.
“This is what happens every time you are near. It was what happened the first time you kissed me. I don’t know what the hell we are doing, yet I’m sure of this one thing, I love you, and God help me, I’m hopelessly helpless.”
The merger has been approved, we got the contract, I’ll sign the cheque… those were words that excited him. Yet, in that moment, he knew that the happiness they gave him was nothing compared to the joy Keisha’s confession filled him with.
Expertly, he flipped her over until he was on top of her and spreading her legs open once again.
“Seems to me like we’ve gotta seal these promises. Eh?” He winked, causing her to giggle like a little girl.
“I’ll say that sounds about right.”
So they did… all night long.
Chapter 11
“Nervous?”
Keisha looked up at the man by her side, then looked down at their hands entwined on his thigh. It was a beautiful sight. Vanilla against caramel. His large hands almost dwarfed hers, but her fingers managed to hold their own, fitting just right in the space between his, until they created beautiful symphony.
If she had any talent when it came to pencil and paper, she might have just taken a picture of this moment in her mind and save it to recreate later. It wasn’t just the way their hands fit that got to her, it was the fact that everything about Kane seemed as though they had been made for her, and vice versa.
Whenever she looked at her husband, the famous song from Rihanna often came to mind. We found love in a hopeless place
… who would have thought?
Many times, she found herself looking at this man by her side in awe, wondering what she had done right in her lifetime to deserve someone as wonderful as he was. He loved her. That was something she still couldn’t get over. She doubted that she would ever be able to. Every blessed sunrise, it surprised her to know that he had chosen her. Her.
Even the public found it shocking. She was not the model type that he was famous for going after. Yes, she understood his reason for going after those girls, but the media didn’t. Despite the fact that her parents were quite known in Colorado, she had managed to live a very quiet life outside of the media – until the announcement of their engagement, of course.
It was only now that the press was starting to get over their obsession with her. Funny enough, she hadn’t minded them at all. Their presence, their probing, their speculation. Kane had tried to keep her out of the paparazzi drama as much as he could and she appreciated that. But all in all, it hadn’t irked her. She had thought it would. Perhaps, it was all the press meetings she had had with Kane over the years that had made it easy to settle into.
Their romance was also turning out to be good publicity for the company. Sales had been reaching the roofs since their marriage and Rickon’s couldn’t be more happy about that. The entire Wells Holdings’ staff were also beyond thrilled. Their marriage had not only gotten them the merger, it was bringing them numbers too. And besides the business part of it, it had brought her good feelings. Feelings that she knew were mutual for Kane.
She tore her gaze away from their hands to stare at him. “Kinda. You?”
His eyes slightly widened, “You mean you can’t hear my heartbeat? Damn! I can barely hear myself above its deafening noise.”
A chuckle broke free and she found her other hand reaching to wipe his brow, affectionately. He could be so funny, sometimes.
“You are something else, Kane. But yeah. I totally get you. My heart feels like it’s gonna jump out of my chest any moment. At this rate, I’d be lucky if my ribs do not get bruised.”
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