Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Kash
Ibreak every speed law or ordinance this town has in my haste to get out of here. As we left Splatter & Shatter, I handed Mila our projects to hold onto. The paint is still wet, but I was trying to hold them and fight with the locker at the same time. Not one of my finer moments.
Miles stood by the desk with a knowing grin on his face. There's paint on my hands still, and I have no doubt we both have streaks of it in our hair. Mila’s face and neck still have painted patterns on them. But right then, I just needed to get her home as fast as humanly possible.
The day was incredible. The caverns turned out better than I thought they would.
Between the tour, the wishing well, and our little trip to meet Pete afterwards, Mila never stopped smiling.
That’s all I ever want. Just to make her happy.
If the way she ground her hips against mine is an indicator, she also had a good time painting.
Fuck, who knew that the color wheel could be so sexy?
There’s a spot where I wanted to take her for dinner, but maybe I can cook instead. After.
“It looks like rain,” Mila murmurs, glancing out the window as I speed back to our apartment.
I need to start looking for houses. The apartment is a temporary home, but looking at Mila, all I can see is how permanent we are.
We’re going to need roots if I’m going to get her to marry me and have my babies. One step at a time, Kash.
Taking in the dark clouds on the horizon, I internally swear.
I guess dinner was out anyway. There’s a restaurant about thirty minutes away that lets you rent out little igloos and have dinner under the stars.
Even though it’s cold outside, the igloos are heated.
It would have been perfect, but somehow, I don’t think it’ll have the same effect in the pouring rain.
Raindrops start hammering down on the windshield as I pull into our apartment complex.
There aren’t many cars currently, so it’s easy to find parking.
Tossing the vehicle in park, I glance at Mila.
Her hands are in her lap, fingers twisting nervously.
Putting my hand over hers, I still her movements.
“What’s in your head, Sunshine?”
Rain hitting the car is the only sound for a moment, and then her eyes meet mine.
“Are you sure about us, Kash? Like, really sure? I don’t think I could take it if we slept together and then tomorrow or the next day you wanted something better.
I’d probably cut your hair while you slept, and shave your eyebrows before I moved out, but I just need—”
“Me. That’s all you need, Mila,” I promise her.
I unlock the latch and hoist Mila over the center, settling her in my lap.
Then I wait until her eyes are focused on mine.
“I’m so lost in you and the future we’re going to have.
There is nothing in this vast universe that could be better. I’m nothing without you.”
Her eyes widen and a gasp leaves her lips. Pulling her to me, I gently fuse my mouth over hers. I can be gentle. I can be rough. I can be whatever she needs, at any moment in existence.
“Leave the canvas for now,” I murmur when I pull back. I don’t want the rain damaging the physical reminder of our first day out.
Nodding, Mila moves to climb off my lap, but I halt her movements. “Where are you going?”
“Um, inside?”
“Fair, but we’ll go in together,” I tell her, grabbing the door handle and pushing it open. The cold night air filters into the car, and the rain soaks my arm instantly. I should have brought an umbrella, but then I remember Mila’s words. “Kisses in the rain.”
Standing from the car, I keep Mila in my arms. She lets out a shriek as the cold rain pelts against us.
Since it’s not a thunderstorm, I decide to take a chance.
Slamming my door, I press her body against it and seal my lips over hers.
When she lets out a whimper, I swallow it down and take the opportunity to explore her mouth.
The only thing I feel is Mila’s soft lips, along with the heat of her body. The icy rain falls around us, but I don’t stop. My dick is rock hard and begging me to take this inside. Our clothes are soaked, but I have the perfect solution for warming her up.
Using a free hand, I grab the back of Mila’s neck and hold her in place. My fingers tangle in the wet strands of her hair, and I swear I almost come in my pants when she rolls her pelvis against mine.
When Mila pulls her mouth away, she’s panting, trying to draw in a breath. Water cascades down her face as her brown eyes focus on mine. “You made your point, Casanova. Let’s take this inside.”
Needing to hold her, I keep Mila in my arms as I walk through the parking lot and up the single set of steps to our apartment.
My hands are shaking as I try to put the key into the lock, and it’s not from the cold.
Everything is screaming at me not to rush this and instead, take my time with her, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to.
Finally, the door gives, and I slam it behind us, pressing Mila’s form to the frame.
Cradling her with one hand, I toss the keys onto the table with the other.
Mila presses her lips to my neck, and I hope the rain washed away some of the paint that was left there. I want her lips directly on my skin.
Keeping my hands under her ass, I head for the shower in my bedroom.
I’m about to make some of those fantasies a reality.
Not wanting to let her down yet, I lean over and crank the shower on as hot as it’ll go.
My lips gravitate back towards hers the moment I set her on the countertop.
Kissing her softly, I grab the hem of her wet shirt and pull it over her head.
Not caring where it lands, I let it drop onto the floor with a wet thunk before I step back and quickly undress.
I’m pulling my flannel and shirt off, my hands going for my jeans next when Mila’s voice stops me.
“Wait.” Mila looks at me from her perch. “Come closer,” she commands with a crook of her finger.
The bathroom is starting to steam up, and I know the water is so hot it’ll likely burn my skin.
My wet jeans are sticking to my legs, making me momentarily worried if I can get them off without falling in haste, but none of that matters.
The only thing that matters right now is the girl crooking her finger at me, like I’m the luckiest bastard in the world. Because I am.
“Yes, Sweet Girl?” Walking back toward her, I circle my hands around her hips, squeezing them gently.
Mila’s hand moves up my arm, and I don’t bother hiding the shiver that wracks my body. Pre-cum is leaking from my dick, and I’ll probably die if I don’t get inside her soon.
“I need to fix something.” Her gaze lifts to mine. Grabbing a hold of the hair tie keeping my hair up, Mila gently pulls the band free, letting the strands fall. “There,” she murmurs. “Now it’s perfect.”
“Wait until you see me naked.” I smirk, when I add, “Again.”
At some point she kicked her shoes off, and when I grab the waistband of her leggings, she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them off and away, leaving her only in bra and panties.
Fuck me. The set is a plum color. The bra cuts low on her chest and opens in the front.
Her panties hug her hips and look fucking amazing, but I need them gone.
Mila’s hands reach for my jeans, unbuttoning them before she drags the zipper down slowly. I can give her gentle for the first time. Maybe. Probably. But if she keeps looking at me how she is, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her senseless.
Shoving my boxers down with my pants, I manage to remove both without falling.
Standing in front of Mila completely naked, I follow the way her gaze tracks across my body.
I’m not vain, but when her eyes widen, and she licks her lips, I feel like the hottest motherfucker on this planet.
I unclip her bra and watch as Mila lets it fall off her shoulders.
Her pert breasts tumble out, nipples puckering as they hit the cold air.
Leaning down, I latch onto one and cover the other with my hand. I can’t have my girl getting cold.
“Kash,” she murmurs, then moans when I take her nipple between my teeth. “Please.” Her hands weave into my hair.
“Don’t worry, Wifey, you won’t have to beg, much,” I finish, crashing my lips to hers. I want them to be swollen and puffy from my kisses. I want to ruin her as much as she ruins me. I need her to feel the same devastation.
When I peel her underwear down her legs, I find another tattoo.
Stroking the little design, I lift my eyes to hers with a grin.
“A space dinosaur. Really?” On Mila’s ankle is a small cartoon dinosaur, wearing a space helmet, with little stars surrounding it.
He seems to be reaching for one of them.
I know the feeling of wanting something that’s just out of reach.
Shrugging her shoulders, Mila smiles back at me. “That makes three. I think you have one more to find. I thought you were invested in your scavenger hunt.”
My girl isn’t wrong.
Rising back to my feet, Mila squeals when I lift her off the counter and into my arms. I shove the shower door back to test the water, only turning it down a little bit. I have no doubt she takes hot showers, but I’m pretty sure I could boil water with that temperature.
Having Mila’s naked body pressed against mine is a fantasy come to life.
Her breasts are flush with my chest, her ass fitting perfectly in my hands.
The globes spill over my fingers, and as I tighten my grip, I say a silent prayer they leave a mark there.
Stroking my thumb over the dandelion on her rib cage, I promise to add something to it soon.
I still haven’t found her final one yet.