Chapter 38 – Kylie #2
“What?” I ask as I try to keep up with him as he walks out of the house, slamming the door behind us, and then pressing the lock button on the keypad.
When we are both down the steps, he turns around and his mouth crashes down on mine, right before he walks over to the passenger side of his SUV and puts me in it.
“I was joking,” I say as he pulls out of his driveway.
He looks over at me and breaks into a grin, and then he smirks and certain parts of me start to flutter.
“Shit,” he swears once he pulls into a parking spot and looks over at me, “this isn’t where I parked.” He looks around and I put my hand on his leg.
“I think we’ll be okay,” I tell him as I look around. “Do you want me to come in or will that mess with it?”
He looks around. “You can come in, but you can’t say anything.”
“Pretend I’m not even here,” I tell him and he snorts.
“Baby, when you’re in the room, there is no way I can pretend you aren’t there,” he states. I put my hand on his cheek and bend to kiss him.
“That was very smooth, Knox. I see the flirting part of the night has started” I rub his cheek with my thumb as he opens his door, and I step down.
He slides his hand in mine as he walks over to the flower shop.
He pulls open the door and we step in. A lady comes out of the backroom and smiles at us.
“Hi.” The woman smiles at him. “I’d like to buy some flowers for my lady.” He holds up our joined hands and kisses my fingers. “Something romantic.”
She smiles at me. “What price range would you like to stay in?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he remarks. “I was thinking that I like these.” He points to the purple peonies. “And maybe we can add in some white ones.” He points to the white blooms. “And then some small roses.”
“Let me do something, give me about ten minutes.”
“Perfect, we’ll be back.” He then turns and walks out of the shop, heading to the door next to the flower shop. “This wasn’t on my plan, but I would have probably stopped.”
I look around the cupcake shop and my mouth waters. “I’ll take a box of six,” he tells the teenager behind the counter, “mixed.”
She nods at him as she fixes him a box. As she hands him the box, he lets go of my hand to take the cupcakes.
When we walk out, he takes them back over to the SUV, putting the cupcakes in the back seat before pressing me into the passenger side door.
“We have to make a detour.” He puts his thumb at the side of my jaw.
“Get some whipped cream,” I lick my bottom lip, “maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“Um,” I start, my voice trembling, “if you really want to play, we should hit up a sex store and gets some toys.” His eyes go big.
“Or we can stop by my house.” I grip the front of his shirt.
“There is this little—” I stop talking when his mouth crashes down on mine and we end up making out like it’s the last time I’ll ever fucking see him.
He lets me go and I’m gasping. “Tonight we’ll do the whip cream and the chocolate sauce, and then tomorrow night we’ll look through your toys.”
“Don’t tease me with a good time, Knox.” I wink at him.
“Get in the car and close your eyes,” he urges. “I’m going to go get the flowers and put them in the trunk so you don’t see them.”
I don’t tell him that I already saw them when I went into the shop.
Instead, I get in the car and close my eyes and bask in the fact I’ve never felt safer and more loved in my whole life.
I’ve never wanted to make someone as happy as I want to make him.
I’ve never wanted to just be with someone doing nothing more than I do with him.
I’ve never trusted anyone else like I trust him.
He comes back a couple of minutes later and only when his door closes do I open my eyes. “Good to go?” I ask him and he nods, pulling open his phone.
Then his finger starts to tap things on his phone.
“Provisions are on their way, I don’t feel like stopping by the store.
” He winks at me, and we make our way back to his house.
“I’m going in the house. I want you to give me a couple of minutes and then come in.
” I nod at him as I close my eyes again.
When it feels like two minutes have gone by, I get out and shut the door, walking up the steps, and ringing the doorbell.
I see him walking toward the door and this time when he opens it there is a huge smile on his face.
“The door was open,” he says, just like he said when I got there not too long ago.
“It’s rude to just walk into someone’s house, Knox,” I repeat what I told him when I arrived here.
This time when I step inside his house, one hand wraps around my waist while the other hand grips the side of my neck.
“Hey, baby,” he greets me right before he kisses me.
“I missed you.” He lets me go, closing the door.
“I’m making dinner.” I look up at him and smile.
“So much better than before.” He smiles even bigger. “Thank you for that.”
“I’d do it all over again,” I put my hand on his face, “just to see you smile.”