Revealing Kane

12 - Integration

John

I have loved reconnecting with Ally since we made up. I was a fool to chase her off the way I did, and now I need her to know how much she means to me. Plus, with her being preggers, I need to grow up and show her the man she needs me to be. No more horsing around. It's time to get serious.

I'm not saying we're getting married straight away, but she needs to know I'm serious about her. I won't be going off with any other women. Once we're hitched, I'm a faithful man. Hell, even now, I will be faithful. I'm not risking losing her again. Ever.

But I am absolutely dying to enjoy her sexually again. She is so fucking gorgeous, and I just want to consume her. She's mine, and I want her to know it in every way. I need her desperately.

Yet, when I go to make my move, she shuts down on me. What the fuck? Is she seriously going to continue to keep us platonic? We've been back together for weeks, and we still haven't had sex. I want to enjoy her, yet she's stopping me, making me cross with her.

And then it comes out. She's still angry about the girl she saw with me the night she came to my house. Damn it, doesn't she realize that was nothing? Nothing serious anyway. Just sex. There would not have been any sort of relationship coming out of that. That was a one-off. A moment in time. A quick bang and done.

Allison, on the other hand, is everything. She is my world, and I need her to understand that. So, thankfully, once I explain all that, she gives in to my way of thinking. I am hers, and she is mine. For at least as long as she'll put up with my sorry ass. Which I hope is a very long time. I strive to have a marriage like my parents have. Forever.

"Are we all right now?" I ask, and Allison nods, giving me a bit of a smile.

"I love you, John," she whispers as she pulls me into a kiss.

I inhale sharply, taking in her warmth and passion as I wrap my arms around her. I deepen the kiss, parting her lips with my tongue and finding hers. This brings back memories of the first time we kissed on my sofa in the Knightsbridge house. Soon after that, we had sex for the first time, and Allison absolutely thrilled me then, just as she's doing now. I need to have all of her, so I break the kiss and press my forehead to hers. What a powerful, lovely moment that simple gesture brings between us.

"Please let me make love to you. Please let me show you how much you mean to me," I say to her, and my voice is hoarse with want.

Once again, I am propositioning her in the exact way I had the night we shattered. Why? I want a do-over, another chance to do it right. And I hope Ally realizes it.

"Yes, please. I've missed you so much," she whispers, and I cheer in my mind as she shoves her lips to mine.

God, I love this woman with my entire being. As she kisses me, both lovingly and passionately, she slowly positions herself until she is sitting astride my lap. My hardness is between us, and she strokes it with every rock of her hips. But I don't want it to end too soon. I need to slow her down so we both enjoy this.

"Ally, baby. This feels great, but can we-"

"Go to bed?" she chirps, grinning saucily at me.

Without another word, Ally slips from my lap and takes my hand in hers. She leads me across her apartment and into her small bedroom. She has a small double bed, which is definitely enough for what I have in mind. Besides, her apartment is temporary. I hope to move her to my place very soon.

"Second thoughts?" Ally teases as she turns on the dim light beside the bed.

"No, love. I'm just thinking about you. About us. Our lives together," I tell her honestly, and I watch her melt as she coos 'aw.'