Until I Make You Mine - Page 11

“We can go slow. We can take our time.” He swallowed and I heard the sound loud and clear, as if it surrounded every part of me. “We have all fucking night.”

I shivered at the sound of his voice, the tone so deep and rough, scraping along my body and causing goosebumps to form.

I stared into his eyes, the darkness wrapping around us. I lowered my gaze to his chest, staring at every hard dip, every muscular plane. He was strong and lean, not bulky like a weightlifter, but sleek like a swimmer.

My heart pounded so hard it hurt, slamming against my ribs, my arousal like a living entity inside of me. I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to take my time. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.”

“God, Shiloh, baby, you can’t say things like that or I’ll come before this even starts.”

I got hot all of a sudden by his words.

Despite the arousal moving between us, I felt something shift, saw this softening in his face, this seriousness covering him.

“I love you, and I should have told you. I should have been honest with both of us long before now.” He looked pained, as if he couldn’t bear to say those words. “I won’t let you go. I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to you, and it’ll always be that way.”

I stared into his eyes, unable to look away, knowing that this was the most important moment of our lives. “I love you too.” I’d never get tired of hearing him say those words, or me telling him how I really felt.

“You’re smart and beautiful, and I don’t deserve you. But someone was looking down on me, because here we are.” He smiled and I saw the boy I’d fallen in love with all those years ago.

“Don’t say that,” I said in response to him saying he didn’t deserve me. We were made for each other.

“You got accepted to your dream school, and although I wasn’t surprised, I know what that means.”

I’ll have to leave.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but he shook his head slowly, stopping me.

“You could go to the ends of the earth, Shiloh, and I’ll still follow. I always will.”

My heart was beating so loud and hard, I wondered if he heard it. “What does that mean?” I whispered.

He reached out and cupped my cheek, smoothing his thumb along the edge of my mouth, sending tingles throughout my entire body.

“It means that where you go I follow.” He moved an inch closer, staring directly into my eyes. “It means that if you’re going to NYC, then so am I.”

My breath caught. “But your dad, the family business?”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. None of that matters because if you’re not with me, then my life doesn’t mean anything, Shiloh.” And then he leaned in and kissed me, pressed his lips to mine, silencing me so I couldn’t protest.

He broke the kiss and I inhaled sharply.

I didn’t want him giving up his life for me, didn’t want him going across the country because he didn’t think we’d last otherwise. “Kace, I can’t ask you to do that. You have your family here—”

“You’re my family, Shiloh. You’re what matters.” He kissed me again, but it was fleeting. “And if going to New York means I can be close to you, then it’s exactly what I’ll do.” He rested his forehead against mine. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I could have said those words over and over again and I still wouldn’t feel like they conveyed how strong my feelings actually were.

He pulled me close to him and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating against my ear, knowing that I wasn’t truly home, really happy, unless I was with Kace.

And when I saw Kace look down at my mouth, I found myself lowering my gaze to his lap. There, pressing against his jeans, was a massive erection. My throat tightened, every part of me tingled, and I found myself opening my mouth, about to say what I had wanted to for so long.

God, this is really happening. We are really going there.

The longer we stared at each other, the more the blood rushed through my veins, the pressure in my body becoming almost unbearable. I knew where this was headed, and I anticipated every second of it.

Kace

My cock was hard, and all I wanted to do was be buried between Shiloh’s sweet thighs. I wanted her virginity and I wanted to give her mine.

I wanted us connected as one, wanted Shiloh to know that for me she was it, that I’d never give up on us.

I was harder than a fucking steel rod. My cock jammed against my zipper, demanding to be free, to be buried within her tight, hot body. I should go slow. That would be the smart, honorable thing to do. But was that on my mind? Fuck no. I wanted hard and fast. Frantic.

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