you are to me. The fucking air I breathe. Pity has nothing to do with my feelings for you.”
My eyes stay locked on his as my doubt begins to fade, and hope blooms into a flower that’s reaching for the sun.
“There will never be anyone else for me, Mila. It will only be you today, tomorrow, and every day after that. I want all your smiles. I don’t want you fighting with anyone but me because I’m a selfish bastard, and I want those fierce eyes of yours only on me.”
My sight blurs, and I blink the tears away, wanting to see Jase clearly as his words wrap around me, giving me warmth and security I haven’t felt for a long while.
My voice is hoarse as I say, “You really love me?”
The same look of awe Jase had earlier on his face as he watched me orgasm settles on his features, and the expression makes him unbelievably attractive. It’s fierce, lighting his eyes with flames. It’s intense and demanding – and everything I ever wanted from him.
His hands slip into my hair, and he leans close until I can feel the words on my lips. “You are the most important person in my life. I can lose everything. But not you. God. Not you.”
I don’t know how it happened, but a God fell in love with a broken soul. He collected every piece and put me back together, using my only dream as glue.
I can’t stop the tears of happiness as I press my mouth to his, and then I begin to rain kisses all over his gorgeous face as laughter bubbles up my throat.
I pull back, and I get drunk on the love shining from his eyes.
“Those eyes. God, your eyes give me life,” I whisper.
JASE
I glance around at the broken doors, and gripping Mila’s hand, I pull her to my room. “You should just move into my room, seeing as yours has been converted to a cave.”
Mila’s laughter bubbles like the finest champagne, and it etches a permanent smile on my face as I shut the door behind us.
She’s my fountain of life.
Mila climbs on the bed while I go to my walk-in closet. This time my eyes are locked on her face as I unbutton my shirt while stepping out of my shoes.
“Ooooh, I like where this is going,” she teases, lying on her right side and resting her head on her hand.
“Yeah?” I slowly pull the shirt off my shoulders and drop it on the floor. “Admit it.”
Her eyes burn over my abs and chest before they find mine. “Admit what?”
I unfasten the belt and pull it free from the loops. Unbuttoning the pants, I pull the zip down, then say, “I’m better than Channing Tatum.”
A burst of laughter explodes over her lips, and then she fucking shakes her head, her eyes alight with the spark I’m addicted to.
I push the pants down, and only standing in my boxers, her laughter fizzles away. Her lips part, and her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip before drawing it between her teeth.
The desire on her face has me hardening, and walking to the bed, I crawl onto it. Looking down at her, I drop my voice low. “Admit it.”
She lies back on the bed and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re better than Channing.”
I press a kiss to her mouth, then demand, “And Clark Kent.”
A burst of air fans over my face as she laughs. “Now, you’re pushing your luck.”
I lie down on my side, and facing her, I pull her one hand from behind my neck and bring it to my chest. I press her palm to my skin and move it down to my abs.
“Crap,” she breathes. “Yeah, you’re definitely better than Clark Kent.”
I chuckle, and pride fucking swells in my chest because Mila’s so affected by me.
It’s not the only thing that’s swelling.
“I want to strip you naked so fucking badly,” I admit. My mouth feathers a kiss over hers before I brush my lips down to her throat. Sucking on her skin, I let out a moan filled with need.
“Okay,” she whispers, and it has my head snapping up.
My eyes dart over her face to make sure she’s not uncomfortable, then I grin, “Oh yeah? You wanna get naked with me?”
Her hand on my abs drops to the band of my boxers as she nods, and that’s all it takes for me to devour her mouth.
MILA
My fingers explore the hot as hell