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Chapter thirty-seven

Kai

I want to stop and pinch myself, but that would require lifting a hand from her body, and there’s not a chance in hell I’m doing that.

I’ll just have to trust that this is real.

Those hazy grey eyes staring up at me really are filled with love, trust, and everything I’ve ever wanted to see. My future is really here, laid out underneath me.

“I love you, Kai Yamaki. It’s always been you. No one else could ever come close to making me feel the way you do.” Her fingers tease through my hair, and I turn my head to kiss her palm before levering my body to come over top of hers.

“I need you.”

“Then have me.”

Her hand squeezes in between our bodies, wrapping around my dick and bringing it to her entrance.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.” I let out a strangled groan and start to pull back, but Isabelle holds me still.

“I’ve got an IUD,” she pants, still gripping my dick. “Please?” she whimpers, and I bite my lip at the thought of going into her bare. We’ve never done that. I’ve never done that with anyone. But with Isabelle? The love of my fucking life?

Shit. Yes.

Keeping my gaze locked on her, I start to slide in as she lifts her hips up to meet me, and we come together. Nothing between us. I feel everything.

“Fuck,” I growl as I bottom out, grinding my pelvis into her, knowing the pressure on her clit will be what she needs. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she pants, nails raking down my back.

“Damn right. And I’m yours.” I pull out and thrust back in, punctuating each word with a punch of my hips. “Yours. For. Fucking. Ever.”

I pull out again, grab her waist, and flip her over, moving her into position so I can see that perfect fucking ass I’m obsessed with. She didn’t flinch when I told her what I want to do to her someday, and it just made me even more addicted to her body.

“Please,” she begs, dropping down onto her elbows and pushing her ass back toward me. “Kai. I need you.”

“I’m here, baby. Always.” I line up with her and push inside slowly, feeling every inch of her pussy surrounding me.

Leaning forward, I grip her hip with one hand and press kisses down her spine as I move in and out in slow, shallow movements.

I can feel my piercing dragging along her walls, and judging by her moans, so does she.

I swivel my hips, playing where I’m stroking her.

“So fucking good. You’re perfect, Iz. Mine.

Always.” More words pour out of me. I can’t stop telling her how much I love her, how good she feels, how amazing everything is.

I’m probably babbling incoherently, but given the fact that it feels like my mind is floating above us and not actually in my head, that makes sense.

I don’t want this to end. I want to stay inside of her forever, just making her come over and over again. But my body doesn’t seem to give a shit about what I want. Its only goal is making Isabelle unravel before I fall.

Wrapping my arms around her, one at her stomach and the other over her tits, I pull her upright so she’s leaning against my front. Her hands come around behind to grip my ass as I continue to move in shallow pulses, in and out of her.

My hand travels up to the base of her throat as I kiss the side of her neck. “I’m never going to stop loving you.”

I can feel her legs shaking, even with me supporting us. Moving my lower hand down, I circle her clit a few times until she’s grabbing my hand that’s at her neck, not to move it, but to hold it in place.

“You like that, baby? Being at my mercy?” Her head bobs up and down. “Good. Now come for me.”

She explodes with a hoarse cry, her soft body undulating under my touch, her pussy squeezing my dick so fucking tight it forces my own orgasm to hit me, wave after wave of release as I grunt out her name.

She sags against me, and I somehow manage to move our bodies without pulling out so that we’re lying on our sides, my arms still wrapped tightly around her.

I can’t let her go. And I don’t have to. Not now, not ever.

“How does it just get better every time,” I groan as I roll off her the next morning.

Yeah, waking up to her mouth on my cock was a nice surprise.

Starting my day with sex is always a good thing.

Correction — starting my day with sex with Isabelle is always a good thing.

“Swear to God, Iz, when we get home, we’re never leaving my bed. ”

She giggles as she nestles into my side. “That could be a problem when you’ve got a game. Or practice. Or I have to work.”

That one word cracks the spell we’ve managed to weave around ourselves.

“What are you going to do about work?” I twist my head so I can look down at her. “Don’t get me wrong, you can be a lady of leisure as long as you want. I’ll support you, keep you naked and barefoot in my kitchen, making me fresh pasta for the rest of our lives, if that's what you want.”

She’s outright laughing now, but little does she know I’m at least a tad serious about my offer. She’s giving up everything to be with me. Which means, whatever I can do for her, I will.

“I will make you pasta whenever you want, but the naked and barefoot part might be reserved for days off. I’m actually going to be working at Piatti.”

I frown. “The restaurant in Vancouver?” I haven’t had a chance to go there with her yet, to meet the chef and owner she’s befriended, but I’ve heard about it plenty.

She nods, her arms tightening around my middle. “Yep. I went to have lunch with Gianni and Paul yesterday, actually.” She pauses. “Or was it the day before yesterday? What time is it, anyway?” She goes to lift her head, but I push it back down to my chest.

“Focus, baby, what happened when you met with them?”

“They offered me a job. A partnership, actually, but we’re going to start with me just working in the kitchen as Gianni’s assistant, maybe handling one or two days a week so he can have some time off.

But eventually, I might buy in as part owner.

They want to expand soon; they’ve got this amazing rooftop space that would be perfect for events in the summer. ”

I push up to sit and look down at her, my mouth open. “You…you might get to own a restaurant. In Vancouver.”

She nods, smiling up at me. “Yup.”

I grab her, pulling her up and into my lap, burying my face in her neck. “Baby, that makes me so damn happy.” My voice cracks at the end, and she strokes my back comfortingly.

“Hey. Kai. What’s wrong?”

“I was worried you were giving up everything for me. And…and I didn’t know if I could be enough for you if you did that.” I rush the second part. There’s no one I’d be this open with, this vulnerable, other than her.

“Oh Kai,” she murmurs, taking my face in her hands and tilting it so I’m looking in her eyes.

“Even if they hadn’t offered me a job, I’d still stay for you. Don’t you get it yet? I’m staying for you. You’re worth that and so much more. The job is just a beautiful surprise, but you’re the reason.”

I stare at her, taking it all in. She means every word. I can feel that truth settling over me. She chose me. A smile creeps across my face.

“You’re gonna marry me someday.”

A burst of laughter escapes her as she throws her head back. “Is that your idea of a proposal?”

I shake my head with a smirk. “Nah. You’ll know when I propose. That was just a warning.”

“I don’t consider your proposal something I need to be warned about.” She smiles, twisting my hair around her fingers. “But you could make it a promise.”

I lift one hand, my pinky extended. “Promise.”

She links her pinky with mine and brings it to her mouth to kiss. “Promise.”

I twist us back down to the bed so that she’s straddling me. “Let’s seal that promise with round four.”

Her head tilts to the side. “Four? By my count, it’s at least five. Or did I dream you eating me out in the middle of the night?”

“It was a dream come true for me, baby.” I smile wickedly. “One I plan on having again and again and again.”