Protecting His Forever(28)

His hands stop mine. “No, don’t do that, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don’t hide yourself and especially not from me. Your body is amazing and don’t ever doubt that. If someone else thinks differently, fuck them. I’m the only person that’s going to see your body, and I’m the only one that needs to. Listen to my words. You’re. Mine. Yes, baby, we have been dating, but this is me claiming you from now until the future.”

If it’s humanly possible, I just fell further in love with him. Smiling at him, I try to control my emotions that want to come burrowing out. I don’t doubt what I feel for this man. He came out of nowhere and took root in my heart, and I never want him to let go. A moment doesn’t go by without me thinking of him.

“Sweetheart, go relax on the couch, and I’ll bring your dinner.” He places a kiss on my lips and sets me back on the ground.

He picks the tee off the ground and hands it to me. Smiling shyly, I take it from him and slip it over my head.

Taking my first step, I sway to the side slightly. My legs still aren’t cooperating correctly and I can hear Kane laughing at me. I hobble like an old person into the living room. Spotting the couch, I all but collapse onto it. My eyes droop, and I close my eyes for a moment.

Something nudges my shoulder. Cracking one tired eye open, I see Kane on sitting on the coffee table in front of me. His face is red like he’s trying to hold in his laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” I groan at him sleepily.

“Baby, I love walking into the living room seeing your ass up in the air,” he says between laughs.

Looking back to see what he is talking about, I notice the t-shirt had ridden up in my sleep and my white butt is showing. My head is laying on the couch, but my bottom half is up in the air with my knees in my belly. My girly bits are out and waving to the world. Sitting up quickly, I blush, reaching to cover myself. How did I fall asleep like that?

“Here's your food, baby.” He hands me a steaming plate of steak and potatoes. My mouth waters at the smell. Taking my fork, I dig in. Today has taken a lot out of me. So much so that when the juices of the steak hit my taste buds, I can’t help but groan.

“Baby, groan like that again, and I won’t be able to restrain myself.”

Looking up, I see him staring at me darkly. Coughing, I give him an innocent smile before telling him, “Ummm, I’m sorry?”

“Shit, you’re not sorry.” He slightly chuckles and takes his plate from the coffee table. He sits down beside me and turns on the TV. Flipping through the channels, he settles on racing, which I absolutely hate.

Turning to face him, I give him my most pitiful look with my lip puckered out slightly.

He looks over at me for a second and looks away. I continue to look at him with puppy dog eyes. He looks over again and closes his eyes. “Sydney,” he groans.

“Yes?” I ask innocently, making sure my dimple pops out.

“Fine!” He hands over the controller, and I turn it on to Steve Wilko. Best show ever. Nothing better than watching Steve throw chairs.

I give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, baby.”

“At least it isn't some girly shit like Kim Fashion or something like that,” he mutters to himself.

I can’t stop the laughter from that one. “Kim who?”

“Kim Fashion or some shit,” he tells me between bites and looks at me like I’ve lost it.

“That’s the best one I have heard yet,” I say between laughs.

“Baby, you’ve lost me.” He’s looking at me with an arched eyebrow.

Smacking his chest, I say, “It’s Kim Kardashian.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” he asks with a chuckle.

After we finish our food, Kane and I cuddle up on the couch. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and tucks me in.

Craning my head back to look up at him, I say, “Kane?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m glad I’m here with you.” He smiles at me sweetly.

“I’m glad you’re here too, sweetheart. No other place I would want you to be. Let’s go to bed.”

Rolling off the couch, I stand and wait for Kane to show me the way. His house is huge and absolutely gorgeous. His arms slide under my legs as he sweeps me off my feet bridal style.

“What’re you doing?”

“Carrying you.”

“I know that,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.

As we go up the huge steps, I get a good look upstairs. The entire second floor is nothing but rooms. Wow, so many. It's decorated really well. Too well for a man to do it.

“Who decorated your house?”