Page 106 of Forbidden You

“You’re a pure soul, Kayla. The purest there is, and no one will ever shine as bright as you. You’re camping out in my dark world, bringing light into the darkness.” A lingering peck is pushed against my cheek before he gently twists me so I can face him. He holds my face, his hands feeling warm against my skin, tilting it a little to align our eyes.

“Thank you for lighting up my world.” My mouth slightly opens, wanting to say anything, but I’m lost for words.

He leans in, kissing me with tenderness. His lips softly move over mine, the tip of his tongue licking my seam. I sense the hunger that’s always there, but he’s holding back, like he wants it to be different this time. As if he wants to show me an emotion he can’t speak out loud.

Kissing Bodi has always been the highlight of my day, but this time, his kisses are different. I want to freeze time and engrave them into my brain, letting them fuel me for the rest of my life. To comfort me on a rainy day. To spark my good mood.

His hand slowly moves underneath the slit of my silk dress, feeling so much better than the touch of the soft fabric on my thighs, and I moan. With his mouth never leaving mine, he keeps up his slow pace of scorching kisses as he pushes the fabric over my hips until he reaches my waist. He lifts me with ease, putting me down on the sink.

With the tips of my fingers, I brush through his five o’clock shadow.

He wanted to shave it off for tonight, but then I told him I loved how gruff he looked with it. How it made him even more sexy combined with his tux, and he just gave me a wolfish grin. I forgot to voice the appreciation for listening to me, but now that hairs are pricking against my palm, I can’t help smiling.

“I’m so glad you listened to me,” I tell him.

He moves his lips flush with my ears and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Anything to please my girl.”

The way he calls me his girl doesn't go unnoticed, and I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

Our eyes have a silent conversation for I don’t know how long. The world stops spinning when I look into his eyes, searching for the lie in his words. Specks of gold are dancing through his gaze with the same happiness I feel tucked deep inside of me, and I swallow to push away the lump forming in the back of my throat.

I want to freak out. I want to tell him he can’t say shit like that without knowing exactly what it will lead to. But it seems like every single day I become more speechless around him. Like I’d rather shut up and keep living in my endless dream than face the hardship and difficult choices that life will eventually give us.

I know it’s inevitable. I know one day life will catch up with us, throwing all our insecurities and fears in our faces.In my face. But right now, I don’t have the guts to speak up and ruin the moment.

Like a selfish coward, I bring his lips to mine, kissing him with as much care as he’s been doing for the last five minutes. I’m giving him my answer, a kiss representing every new word.

I want to be yours.

I want you to be mine.

I want to stay with you.

I’mfallingfor you.

Please tell me you’re falling too.

Moaning against his lips, I hope he’s speaking the same language as I am, understanding every word I’m saying.

“Oh, Kayla,” he grunts. A hand moves into my hair, holding on to it with an urgency that feels like a primal need. As if he’s scared I’ll walk away if I get the chance and he needs to keep me locked with him.

The truth is, I couldn’t walk away if I wanted to.

I walked, no,ran, away from Trent because I needed to. He hurt me in every way possible, leaving physical marks on me to prove it. When I flew home, I vowed I would never, ever let my heart slip out of my hands anymore, but with Bodi, I don’t seem to have a choice.

He breaks down my walls with as much ease as a bulldozer, giving me the exact amount of affection and trust I need. He knows what to give me in every single way, amazing me every time he does.

I stop, tearing my mouth away, then press my forehead against his with my eyes closed.

“I want to feel you inside of me, Bodi,” I confess with a breath. “I want you to melt your body with mine. I want you.All of you.” When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. The passion is clear and undeniable, taking my breath away. It makes my heart expand to unmeasurable proportions, and I know I’m in trouble.

But it’s the good kind of trouble. The trouble that makes you feel alive when everything else makes your senses numb.

“I want you to stretch me wide like I’m made for you. Can you do that?”

He holds still, not uttering a word as he slowly pulls my dress over my head. His eyes move up and down my body while he licks his lips. Leaning in, he cups my cheek, brushing his lips over my ear.

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