Page 92 of Restitution
I roll my eyes then close them. “I forgot how insufferable you are.”
“I forgot how much room you take up in bed. Stay in your half!”
I chuckle when she kicks my shin in a lame attempt to show dominance of her side. I grab the back of her thigh and pull her towards me to close some of the distance she’s put between us.
It’s an absent-minded move, and we both open our eyes, our gazes clashing at the feel of my hand on her bare skin. It lights a fire within me that I’m desperate to put out. I get flashes of the times I’ve been on and in her, and heat coils up my spine.
She’s the only person I’ve ever willingly wanted. The only person to turn me on. The only person I’ve pictured spending the rest of my life with.
Her leg hikes up to my hip, and I try to drag my middle finger up from her ankle to the back of her knee, but she grabs my wrist. “I need to shave.”
I let out a breathy laugh. “Felt like I was touching a cactus.”
She moves back and takes her leg with her. “Rude.”
I smirk and close my eyes again, my skin burning for anothertouch. “It’s nearly five in the morning now.”
“Great observation skills, Mr Mitchell.”
I open my eyes to see her pull the duvet to her chin. “Stand beside me at the funeral on Saturday.”
She nods. “I will. It’ll be okay. I’m glad they finally released his body.”
I hum as I pull off the face covering. “Yeah.”
I turn off the lamp, leaving only the glow from the TV playing, the sound of whatever show I clicked on a gentle murmur in the background. I haven’t been this nervous since our first kiss, but I need to give her something. For me and for her. I need to try.
Leaning over and pressing my hand to the pillow beside her head, I look down at her. “Don’t move.”
She gives a little nod, watching me lower myself to her, my hair falling over my eyes.
I kiss her cheek, hovering for a second when she makes a cute hum in her throat. I press my lips down a bit, closer to her mouth while she stays still but breathless.
I shut my eyes and focus away from the voices, screams and gunshots that echo in my mind. They almost prevent me from kissing her again, but she grabs my chin. “You’re in control.”
I’m really fucking not.
“You can go as far as you want. You’re in control of this, Kade. I’m yours,” she says, and her eyes drop to my mouth. “And you’re mine.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
When I lean down again, my nose nudges hers and slides against her cheek – our lips are millimetres apart, and my breaths come out in a rush as I try to be in control.
“Kiss me,” she whispers against my mouth, knowing how desperately I want to do just that. “It’s just me and you. It’s always been me and you. Against the world.”
My heart stops and restarts when my lips press to hers softly.
I kiss her slowly at first, like the first time we ever kissed, and my nerves are on fucking fire. She keeps her hands to herself, while mine rest on each side of the pillow.
My teeth graze her bottom lip gently, and she parts her lips and sucks on my top one. She drags slow, chaise kisses to the corner of my mouth, and I hold my breath as she presses her mouth to my scar, trailing down to my jaw then back to my lips.
She carefully takes my face between her hands, her pupils dilating more with every second. “I love you. I’ve loved you since we were eighteen. And I’ll love you until we’re old and grey and we’ve lived our whole lives together.”
My entire world feels close to collapsing at her words, and I want to smother her with everything I have and protect her. I want to take her away from all of this and start a new life.
She might die next.
