31. I Need A Little Chaos
31
I NEED A LITTLE CHAOS
SETH
Once we finish our hot chocolates, we head back to my car. It’s still early, but we skipped lunch and my stomach is growling loudly.
“How does an early dinner at my place sound? I have a fridge full of food that I need to eat before I hit the road tomorrow,” I say, holding the door open for Kylie to climb into the passenger seat.
“Sure.” She smiles up at me, and I grin back, tapping the roof nervously before closing the door.
Once we start heading towards home, Kylie stares out the window, her silence concerning me.
“Everything okay?” I ask, flicking my gaze towards her briefly before continuing to watch the road.
“Yeah, just looking at the massive houses here. I’m still adjusting to the differences here, compared to what I’m used to at home.” She shifts in her seat, turning her body towards me.
I reach over and take her hand in mine, relieved when she squeezes it. We remain quiet for the rest of the drive, occasionally squeezing each other’s hand in silent communication. It feels familiar and comforting, like we’ve already developed our own silent language to check in on each other. Once I reach my gated community, I tap in the code for the main gate, and Kylie gasps a little when we drive through the large estate, her eyes moving from house to house. My place is towards the back, and I can feel my nerves kicking up a notch once we get closer. I know this is more than what she’s used to, and I keep waiting for something to scare her off.
When I pull into my driveway, I look over to see her reaction and find her staring at the house with wide eyes. Turning back, I try to see it from her point of view. Much like with my car, I hadn’t considered how my house would look to someone new who wasn’t used to the life I’ve started to take for granted.
“This is all one house? And you live here by yourself?”
I rub the back of my neck, sheepish. “Um… Yeah?”
“This place is massive.” She sits back in her seat and shakes her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a place like this. I thought Jake and Bri’s apartment was over the top fancy, but this is on a whole other level.”
I’m starting to think this wasn’t the best idea for our first day together. I wanted to make her feel comfortable, but it’s become glaringly obvious how different our lives are.
“A few of my teammates live in this community with their families. I figured it was a good investment if I need to sell at some point. Or… I don’t know… maybe have a family one day.” I hit the garage door remote, trying not to show how nervous I am while I wait for the door to open fully. Once I’ve parked the car, I peer over at her. “Is this all too much? We can go out somewhere instead, if this is freaking you out.”
She reaches over and touches my cheek. “I’m fine. This is all just a bit of a surprise, that’s all. And now that I’ve seen the outside, there is no way in hell you’re getting me out of here without showing me the inside. ”
I laugh a little, turning my face to kiss her palm. “Okay. Just remember, it’s all just stuff. I’m still me, I promise.”
“Oh, but I bet it’s really cool stuff.” She grins, and we both get out of the car before I step back to let her through the door ahead of me.
The garage leads right off the front hall, and we remove our shoes before I take her hand. “Okay, I’ll give you a tour first, then make dinner.”
Her eyes are wide when we walk into the family room, which is kitted out with an enormous sofa and matching recliners, all pointing towards the biggest TV I could fit on the wall.
“So before you freak out, I do use this for when the team is hanging out. It’s not all just for me.”
She turns to face me, a troubled look on her face. “You know you don’t have to justify anything to me, right? I’m not judging you.”
I let out my breath, my shoulders dropping slightly. I hadn’t realised how concerned I was about her opinion, but hearing those words is like a weight lifting off me. I squeeze her hand again while I nod, before turning and heading for the next room.
“The kitchen is probably where I spend most of my time, aside from my bedroom,” I say, stopping in front of the marble bench top in the centre of the room.
“Wow,” Kylie says, her eyes running over the space that had driven me to buy this house in the first place.
The surfaces are empty, mostly, with a bench running along three of the four walls, except for a few appliances that I use regularly. The mahogany dining table and chairs sit near the floor to ceiling windows that look out over my large backyard, and Kylie stares outside at the pool area.
“A pool? In Calgary? Really?”
I laugh. “Honestly, we do get some warm weather here, I promise.” I point to the building running alongside the pool. “That’s the pool house and I’ve got a gym set up in there as well. ”
“Oh! Do you have a treadmill?” Her eyes have lit up, and I cock my head to the side.
“That is the strangest thing to be excited about. Yeah, I have a treadmill.”
“I’ve missed running. I was going to look into joining a gym, because I’m honestly scared to venture too far outside on those icy sidewalks.”
I nod, remembering our runs every morning on tour. “Well, you are welcome to use the gym here any time.”
She claps her hands together and does a little jump. It’s adorable, and before I can stop myself, I pull her towards me, bending to kiss her. “You are so easy to please,” I say against her lips.
She sighs and sinks into the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body close. I effortlessly lift her, and she lets out a little squeak when I put her on the bench without pulling away. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I run my hands up both her thighs before gripping her hips, holding her still while I continue to kiss her. She opens her mouth to me, and I groan when she swipes her tongue along my lower lip.
Images of our last night together have been plaguing my dreams for months, and it takes all my resolve not to recreate it right here, on my kitchen bench. But I’m determined to honour Kylie’s wish to take things slow, so I pull away a little, both of us struggling to get our breath back.
“I forgot how good that feels.” She presses her forehead against mine and breathes in deep, closing her eyes.
“I definitely hadn’t. I think about it all the time,” I admit, still holding her close.
“Yeah? What else do you think about?” She presses a kiss to the side of my neck, before gradually running her nose up to my ear and biting my earlobe gently.
An involuntary shiver runs down my spine, and I can feel the hairs on my arms lift at the sensation. “Jesus, this. I think about this.” I claim her mouth again, moving a hand up to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place.
She grinds against me a little while her arms tighten around my neck.
“We should keep going with the tour,” I say between kisses.
She moans against my lips, erasing all space between our bodies and pressing her chest against mine, continuing to kiss me back. “I’m good right here,” she whispers back.
I step back to look her in the eye. “What happened to taking it slow?”
She sighs, reaching up to take off my cap. She puts it on backwards on her own head before running her hands through my hair. “Fine. But just know, this is taking every ounce of my self-control right now.” She slides off the bench.
I pull her into my arms, kissing the top of her head. “Believe me, I completely understand.”
She allows me to show her through the rest of the house until we finally reach my bedroom on the second floor.
I hesitate at the door. “Maybe we should keep the bedroom for another time.”
She snorts and taps me on the chest. “Why? Are you scared I’m going to take one look at your bed and ravage you?”
I raise an eyebrow. “The thought may have crossed my mind.”
She steps closer, holding my gaze. “Seth Davidson. I don’t need a bed to let you have your wicked way with me. I would have let you bend me over that bench downstairs.”
I swallow hard, my hand still resting on the door handle. The image of us together, her bent over the kitchen bench while I take her from behind, blazes to life in my mind.
She smirks and reaches around, pressing down on the door handle. I let it go so that the door swings open, revealing the spacious bedroom. I’d allowed the interior designer to arrange the spacious bedroom as a parents’ retreat, complete with comfy chairs that provide a view of the Rocky Mountains through the large window. My California-king bed sits in the centre of the far wall, and Kylie moves towards it, running her hand over the black bedspread.
“You are very neat,” she says, looking around the room.
I stay where I am, watching while she takes it all in. “Well, I have a maid service that comes in once a week, but yeah, I guess I am.”
She hums a little under her breath, eventually looking back at me with a slightly concerned look on her face. “You know I’m chaotic, right? I’m messy and disorganised. Everything you’re not.”
I move to stand in front of her and capture her face in my hands. “And those are the things that made me fall for you. I need a little chaos. You force me to step outside my comfort zone.”
She gazes up at me with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling steadily while she considers my words.
After a moment, she steps back, tossing my hat aside, and unhurriedly removing her sweater and shirt, revealing a red lace bra. “You know how I said I wanted to take things slow?”
I nod, incapable of forming words while I run my eyes over her curves. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, her confidence drawing me to her like a moth to a flame.
She steps closer again. “Slow is overrated. I want you.”
I allow her to pull my jersey up and over my head, my shirt following close behind. “So what you’re saying is, I was right about you ravaging me after you saw my bed?”
She laughs, a deep throaty laugh that I cut off by devouring her mouth, and she clings to me while I lift her up. I turn and toss her on her back onto the bed before moving over her, holding my weight on my elbows while I kiss my way down her neck. She runs her hands through my hair while I move my mouth to cover her breast through the lace of her bra, a small gasp escaping her lips while she arches her back.
Moving my attention across to her other breast, I slide her bra strap down until she’s exposed and run my tongue over her nipple, smiling when she shivers beneath me. She moans when I suck gently, her grip on my hair tightening a little before she lets go. Arching her back again, she reaches around and undoes the clip at her back, and I fling her bra aside before returning my attention to her now exposed chest.
Once she’s panting, I kiss my way down her body, loving when she shivers and goosebumps appear on her skin. Once I make it to the button on her jeans, I move to kneel between her legs and gaze down at her, unable to hide the smile on my face when she looks up at me through half-closed eyes. It feels surreal to have her here, in my bed, after months of dreaming about just this moment.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her voice husky.
“Just can’t believe this is real.”
She sits up, placing her hands on my hip and tilting her face up. “It’s real. I’m real.”
I cup her face in my hands. “Thank god for that.”