<h4>Chapter 715: No. Just kiss me</h4>


    Karmen breathed in the sweet scent of the winter roses as he bought them from the famous florist in the city. He carefully ced the bouquet on the passenger seat before shifting the car into gear and heading toward the address Aisha had sent him.


    The drive was short, leading him into a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. He pulled into the driveway and sat for a moment, watching Aisha. She was dressed simply, focused on clearing the stray leaves and light dusting of frost from her yard. The sight of her brought a smile to his face.


    As the engine cut, she straightened her back, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized the car.


    "I expected you to rent an apartment again," Karmen said as he stepped out, keeping his hands tucked behind his back to hide the flowers. He looked up at the charming facade of the home. "But this is beautiful. The location is perfect."


    "Thepany offered a housing allowance if I didn’t take their apartment," Aisha exined, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "So, I decided it was time to invest in a ce of my own instead. It’s small, but it’s peaceful. Come inside."


    She began to step back toward the porch, but Karmen moved quicker, revealing the bouquet of winter roses.


    Aisha froze, her breath hitching. "Karmen... you didn’t need to do this. But thank you," she said softly, reaching out to take them. As she stroked the petals, a radiant smile carved on her lips. "


    Karmen stepped into her space. "I like pampering you with flowers," he whispered.


    "They are beautiful," Aisha said softly, gesturing for him to follow her through the front door.


    As they stepped inside, Karmen came to a sudden halt, his eyes scanning the space in genuine surprise. When she had first moved in, he had offered several times to send professional decorators or even spend his own weekends helping her settle, but she had firmly refused, insisting he focus on his duties.


    "You have truly taken your time with this," Karmen remarked, his voice filled with admiration. Compared to his own residence, which was grand but often felt overly formal, Aisha’s home felt vibrant and deeply personal. It possessed a warmth that only someone who truly loved a space could create.


    His gaze was suddenly drawn to a gallery wall. He walked over, his heart skipping a beat as he realized the photos weren’t just ofndscapes or friends, they included him. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the captured shes of time.


    "They are from the Christmas trip we had on the cruise," he murmured, his fingers brushing near a frame where they were bothughing, the ocean behind them reflecting the festive lights.


    "Yes," Aisha exined, stepping up beside him. "I spent a long time choosing the right frames before hanging them. These are my most precious memories with you, Karmen. I felt I should honor them like this, so I can see them every day."


    Aisha’s hand slid into his, her fingers inteced with his own as she looked up at him with a gaze that held no reservations.


    Karmen leaned down, the space between them vanishing as he pressed a slow, gentle kiss to her lips. His hand moved to cradle the curve of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her cheek.


    Aisha let out a soft breath, her hands finding their way to the nape of his neck. She didn’t pull away; instead, she tilted her head and drew him deeper, returning the kiss with a sudden, longing intensity.


    Karmen felt the sharp pull of desire tighten in his chest, a low fire sparking in his veins, but he forced his movements to remain measured. He was an Alpha who knew the weight of his own strength, and with Aisha, he always prioritized herfort over his own hunger.


    "Should I help you clean the yard?" he asked against her lips as he tried to find a shred of focus.


    "No. Just kiss me," Aisha whispered, her eyes searching his as they fluttered open. "Why do you hold yourself back? Why are you so hesitant?"


    "Because I want to be careful with you," he admitted, his forehead resting against hers. "I never want to rush you, Aisha. Not with everything you’ve been through."


    "And I think I’m ready to move on from the pastpletely," Aisha said, her voice small but steady. She offered him a lingering look before gently untangling herself from his embrace. "You must be exhausted, preparing everything for Prince Gabriel’s and his family’s return. What would you like for lunch?"


    She moved toward the small kitchen, the bouquet clutched in her hand. Karmen watched her as she reached for a ss vase on the table.


    But he wasn’t ready to let the distance remain. He stepped up behind her, his arms sliding around her waist to pull her back against his chest.


    He buried his face in the soft crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin mixed with the faint aroma of winter roses.


    "I was thinking we should just order in," he whispered as he nted a lingering kiss just below her ear. "You’ve been working hard on this house all morning. You must be tired, too."


    He continued to pepper her neck with soft, stinging kisses, his stubble grazing her skin. Aisha bit her bottom lip, her breath hitching as her arm reached back to steady herself against his head.


    She tilted her neck, granting him more ess, a small gasp escaping her throat when Karmen suddenly turned her in his arms and captured her mouth with a hunger that was no longer restrained.


    The table shook slightly as he made her sit on its edge, his mouth didn’t stop. Her hands moved down from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the rapid beats of his heart. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt beneath the thick overcoat and unbuttoned them.


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