heart to show her the love I feel for her is true.
I always thought Abri was the one for me. Perfect in every way, but my heart lied to me. Mila is who I love. I thought I would do anything for Abri. I would have died protecting Abri. But I’ll do more for Mila. I will let her go to keep her safe. And the difference between Abri and Mila is Abri would ask me to take a bullet for her; Mila never would.
Her gaze and hands drop over my black T-shirt. To my biceps, then forearms covered in tattoos.
She smiles when she finds a dragon on my forearm.
“This used to be a rubber ducky?” she asks.
I laugh. “What has Cole been telling you?”
“Everything.”
I don’t doubt it. He’s been trying to get Mila and me together since the first moment I told him about her. If I had told him about Mila all those years ago, he would have persuaded me to date her then.
She traces her fingers over the outline of the dragon. “They did a good job covering it up. I can’t see the rubber ducky anymore.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “I got the dragon to remind me of you. Of the story I told you that night. I realized after I left you are no princess. You are more of a dragon.”
She nods.
“I don’t need a knight to save me.”
“I know, but maybe I need a dragon to protect me,” I whisper.
Her hands hold onto either side of my face. She holds my head steady as she lowers herself until our lips are inches apart. “I’m sorry for forgetting you. If I had remembered, I would have saved you earlier.”
“Save me now.”
She closes the gap and our lips touch so gently I have to keep my eyes open to ensure we are, in fact, kissing. And then we are really kissing. Her lips crash down roughly, kissing me in one long kiss trapping me beneath her.
I give her everything with this kiss. I tell her how sorry I am as I slip my tongue into her mouth.
She forgives me with a sob and moan as I nip at her bottom lip.
Her hands tangle in my hair as I kiss away her tears and continue down to her neck.
We both apologize profusely.
For everything.
For forgetting.
For remembering.
For not telling the truth.
For hiding.
For hurting.
“Touch me, Knight. Hold me, kiss me, fuck me.”
I realize I’m still sitting on my hands, not sure if any of this is true.
But at her words, I grab her desperately, sliding my hand beneath her black jacket. A jacket that matches my dark shirt.
“We’ve always been connected, even when we were miles apart. Even when we didn’t remember. Or tried to hide from our past. Even if our connection isn’t healthy,” she whispers.
Her words are true. I doubt we wore the same outfit every day for the past five years. But I know there wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t think back to her. When I didn’t think of my pretty girl and what she was doing. It wasn’t love. At the time, I gave my whole heart to Abri. It was a connection to a woman I thought would never be mine.
“Fuck me,” she says again.
I take her mouth with mine and kiss her with everything I can give her.
She moans and grinds her body on top of mine. I know if I let her, she’d fuck me right here and come from the grinding she’s doing alone. One week is too long for us to go without being with each other when our connection is so passionate.
“I’m not going to fuck you on this tiny couch,” I growl into her lips.
I lift her up and carry her back into Cole’s apartment. Bed, I need to get to a bed.
But Mila starts unbuttoning her jacket and I know I won’t make it to her bed. I need to see her breasts. Need to kiss and torture them. Now.
I set her down on the edge of the kitchen counter and quickly help her rid herself of the jacket and black tank top she was wearing beneath it. I see the black sparkly bra drawing me in with promises of what lies beneath its pretty lace and sparkles.
I’m not patient enough to find the clasp on her back, so I push the bra up until her breasts fall out for me.
She gasps as I lean down to taste her nipple, hard and begging