Even from where I’m standing, almost crouching behind another tree, I can see the stiffness of her nipples starting to show through her soft sweater, it makes me growl, for two reasons.
One, I’m feeling myself getting hard again, wanting her like never before. And two, if anyone else should see her perfect chest. Her perfect nipples… I’d have to end them.
I watch her noticing the weather, I feel her chills running through my own body. Then her hand strays up to her neck again, and in the same moment she realizes she still has the necklace on from the jewelry store on, her head turns suddenly to focus on me. Our eyes lock, even from all that distance away.
I pull a smile giving her a tiny wave, letting her know I can see her. Letting her know I’m not mad… far from it.
She looks away again sharply, making my chest hurt. Making my whole body ache for her, vowing to myself to never let things get like this again, I can’t take it.
When she looks over again, she looks shy, almost embarrassed and I know I can go to her again. She’s alright. She’s safe, and she will be in my arms again soon, that’s all I care about.
Without even saying a word, she stands up when I move towards her and she falls into my arms, sobbing with apologies but gripping me tighter than ever, telling me she’ll never let me go again, not over something so stupid, and not over anything ever again.
“I thought I could afford it…” she sobs. “I just wanted to say thank you for everything you’re doing for me… I…I…”
But there’s nothing to say. I silence her with a kiss, and as we stand there in the park a half million in diamonds between us, kissing with a passionate intensity strong enough to melt a diamond it starts to rain.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Trudi
I can taste Kane, even a little of myself on his mouth too still. His cologne and my own tears, all bunched up in a warm, wet and totally absorbing feeling, with his strong arms lifting me up and holding me up midair like I weigh nothing.
“I’m getting wet,” I let him know and he growls, nodding as his lips slowly work their way down to my neck.
“Kane,” I gasp “The sweater… I’m getting it all wet.”
The rain’s really coming down now, out of nowhere it feels like, but Kane doesn’t seem to care.
“I got you,” is all he can say, kissing me and holding me, never letting me go. “I got you, Trudi.”
I’ve never really just stood in the rain, or walked in it. I always felt like I had to run to get out of it, to run away from the feeling, which always makes us all the wetter anyway.
But today, right now, in Kane’s arms, I don’t want to run anymore. I feel like I understand what he’s been trying to tell me all along.
I feel like I don’t want anybody but him to hold me, nobody but him to touch me.
Nobody but him to…
“Kane…” I gasp, almost pleading, “Kannneee?”
“Now?” he asks, and I feel my head pumping as I whimper yes, watching his grin as he growls a new sound.
Deeper.
Lower.
I want him inside me, outside me, everywhere I go. I know now that I want Kane forever and that I’m going to give myself to him. He can claim me as his, forever because there’s no other man, nobody on earth I want to be with, right this minute or any other, for the rest of my life then him.
All the thoughts of the jewelry, the clothes, his penthouse and my apartment, all the problems with my job and even my weight.
None of it matters now.
I don’t know what’s different, but something’s changed. I don’t care about any of that other stuff, the good or the bad.
I just want Kane.
“I want you Kane,” I whisper, and I squeak as I feel him picking me up, sweeping my legs out from under me and I hook my arms around his neck as he carries me right out of the park, and back out onto the sidewalk.
People turn and stare, there’s comments here and there, with a few people stopping to film us, straight to YouTube no doubt, but we don’t care.
Kane doesn’t care and neither do I, he’s staked his claim and now he knows he’s taking me home to claim me properly.
As he should’ve done in the first place, if I’d let him, if I’d told him to? Maybe, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s his way of showing me how far he’ll go, how far he’ll carry me to claim what he knows is rightfully his and I’m so glad I finally realized it before it was too late, before I ran away from him when all I’ve wanted to do from the first second I saw him was run towards him.
Run into these huge, strong arms that hold me without faltering, that carry me up the avenue, straight back into his hotel, with nothing more than ‘good afternoon. Mr. Barret’ from his staff, from the people who know who he is, even the cops we walk past on the way home.
Because that’s where it feels like I am now, in his arms, anywhere in the world.
Home, as long as I’m with Kane.
The few people waiting for the elevator get out of our way, it’s like Kane has a magic aura about him, as if his claim is being broadcast to the whole world, and people get out of our way like they would for anything special.
Like they would for the king of beasts.
Like they would for royalty.
I don’t think my eyes have left Kane once, his dark, brooding look has a new edge of intensity to it, a new purpose, and he only ever takes his eyes off mine to make sure we don’t get run over, and to walk up into the building, finally into
