Mine

Chapter Fifteen

Don't let go of this moment in time...

Miray bites her lip, trying to control her giddiness as she stops the car in front of the small cottage. Her heart swells and her body grows warm instantly despite the chilly day when she sees Boran standing in the doorway in a black untucked shirt and jeans.

He gives her a small smile and takes her hand when she reaches him. He guides her inside and draws her into his arms, holding her silently for a moment. She can feel his heart racing beneath her cheek and she looks up at him curiously.

"Are you all right?" There's something in his eyes, a flash that's gone almost as soon as she notices so she can't decipher it.

"I am now," he assures her, pressing his mouth to her forehead. "Let me paint you today? Just a sketch and then I'll finish it after."

They have a few hours today. They could have snatched an hour here and there over the past week but Boran said he wanted to wait until they could have more time. That surprises her because he usually isn't one to wait. She's glad for it now though. The knowledge that they can sink into each other with no rush sounds too delicious to question.

He has a few sketches of her that he keeps in a fastened folder. She's shy at first but if she can push aside her own thoughts of seeing herself as the subject, she can appreciate how brilliantly talented he is. The sketches get gradually more daring, as if he wants to, but is afraid to risk any evidence of her nakedness in his possession. He asks her today though and she's surprised at the thrill that moves through her instead of the nervousness she expected.

She nods slowly, her face growing hot. He touches the blush of her cheek.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he says softly, before brushing his lips across her cheek.

She's lived her life as 'the cute one'. It's only with him that she feels truly beautiful. He says it. She believes it. Simple as that.

"Where should I...?" Miray looks around the room towards his studio.

"The bedroom," he replies.

She smiles and unbuttons her coat.

He takes it from her and his eyes drink her in. She's wearing a black woolen dress that hugs her breasts and hips. Brown suede ankle boots. Black thigh high panty hose fastened to black lace garters that makes her feel decadent and sexy. She's made sure to keep her hair down.

She follows him into the bedroom.

"Do you want to eat something first?" He asks blushing, embarrassed that the thought only occurs to him now.

Miray shakes her head. She doesn't want to waste a single moment. "I'm dying for you to kiss me."

Heat flashes across his eyes, lighting the brown so that their almost the shade of dark caramel. "Oh?" Boran asks, moving closer to her so that she has to crane her neck to look at him. His jaw is stubbled and she knows, hopes, that her skin will be red later. He places his hands on her arms and slides them down. Boran catches the hem of her dress and lifts it up, past her hips. His warm fingers along her skin makes her shiver and Miray licks her lips, moving her hands up to his neck and into the fullness of his hair. It's getting longer, more unruly, reminding her of Alihan...of their son, she thinks with a sweet pang. She hasn't had the heart to cut her little boy's hair yet though she knows she should.

She thinks he's going to kiss her, like she asked, but he pushes the dress up over her hips and higher until its off and at her feet on the floor.