Kasien （Age 18） #2
We’re in the city. I want to take her somewhere. Somewhere I don’t have to be scared someone will see me and tell Sylvia about my whereabouts.
We get in front of the hotel, golden evening sunlight hitting our faces as we stop in front of my car.
“Can I take you somewhere?” I ask.
She’s sipping the smoothie through the straw, then lifts her eyes to me from under her lashes, unaware of what that does to me, and takes the straw out of her mouth.
That is going to be replaying in my head in slow motion now.
“Anywhere,” she says and puts the straw back in her mouth.
Yeah. Okay.
I’m going to combust on this sidewalk.
?
We drive up to my favorite viewpoint above the city, to the best spot so we can see the sun coming down behind the city towers, and she’s explaining the frequency of her shifts to me.
She’s basically working all the time.
I pull over and we meet in front of the car.
“I’ve never been here. It’s beautiful.”
She looks at the view when I grab her waist and sit her up on the hood.
She gets comfortable there and crosses her ankles, still sipping on the smoothie.
I jump up next to her and we just sit there and stare at the view.
She’s wearing a short black dress and black strap heels, her messy bun gone, her wavy hair cascading around her face.
Every time I see her, her beauty feels effortless, as if youth itself lingers in the way she moves, bright and untamed.
“What are you going to be when you grow up, Miss Soldan?” I ask her, nudging her shoulder.
Somehow, I want to know every possible thing about her. I need to know every possible thing about her.
She lifts her eyebrows like I should be scared of the answer.
“Investigative reporter.” She gives me a bold look and slips the straw back in her mouth.
Fuck.
Okay, breathe.
“Wow,” I clear my throat, forcing my eyes away from her lips. “Why that?”
“’Cause I’m really nosy and there’s a lot of unexplainable crime in this city.”
I gulp.
Yeah. There is.
“That’s a dangerous career,” I say eventually. My voice comes out lower than I meant.
She shrugs one delicate shoulder.
“Everything worth doing can be dangerous.”
Of course she says that. Of course she looks at me when she does.
Her legs swing lightly where they hang over the front of the hood, her strap heels tapping against the metal. She leans back on her palms, dress riding just a little higher on her thighs, every movement of hers unfolding in slow motion in my head.
When she finishes the rest of her smoothie, I take the cup from her hand and hop off the hood to throw it out.
It’s getting windy, thunder will arrive tonight.
When I turn back around, I look at the view—my view.
She’s sitting on the hood of my car, drenched in the last gold of the day, like something meant to be worshipped.
The look on her face is not heavenly though, but more wicked instead.
I walk back to the car and stop in front of her, planting my hands on the hood next to her thighs. She uncrosses her ankles and lets her knees fall open just enough to let me in.
The sunset is anchoring itself in her eyes, turning the chocolate brown almost honey-like.
We stare at each other for a moment but the air between us tightens. Her eyes flicker between mine and her hand suddenly lifts to my face, grazing my jaw carefully.
The touch is making my brain melt. I plant my hands under her knees to slide her closer to me until her body hits mine and there’s no space between us left.
She comes for my lips, and we kiss gently for exactly one second before her legs anchor around my waist and I can’t stop myself from going deeper after her, our tongues touching delicately, her hands sinking into my hair.
A silent groan escapes my mouth between the kisses, my hand gripping her thigh as she gasps into my mouth. She tastes like strawberry smoothie mixed with summer night. I’m losing my mind here.
Her fingers gently graze the bruises on my skin, the slight pain making it even better.
“Does it hurt?” she asks, her voice full of care.
My sweet Kiara.
“Yeah, don’t stop,” I mutter against her lips.
Raindrops begin to fall, light at first, sliding over our skin, catching on our lips as they mix into our kisses. The sudden coolness only makes everything sharper. Stronger.
I lean into her until she gives in to it, her back meeting the hood, the metal cold beneath her.
The rain gathers quickly now, clinging to her lashes before slipping down her cheeks in slow, uneven trails. I go for another deep kiss, sucking on her bottom lip, drawn in by the way she reacts, by the way everything in her seems to open for me.
I’m unbearably hard for her, instantly. When I try to nudge my groin further away, she grips my collar and tucks me in.
“Don’t.” Her words shatter against my lips.
“Wait,” I mumble and try to pull away but her hand slides down my stomach.
“No, please,” her fingers curl under my belt right where the happy trail is and she slams me back to herself with one quick pull.
My lap thrusts into hers and the contact pulls a sound from her—louder, rawer than anything before. It goes straight through me, the sound altering my brain chemistry.
Fuck. I’m completely fucked.
Her hand lingers, drifting over my waist, pushing my shirt up just enough to touch, to explore.
The world around me dissolves.
No one ever touched me like this. Not with such delicacy. Like something she wants yet she’s afraid.
My hands find her thighs, gripping tighter than I mean to, my thumbs tracing upward without permission as she moves against me, and she’s definitely feeling every inch of me pressing through the few clothes there are between us.
The rain runs over us now, soaking through everything, turning every point of contact into something hotter and wetter.
Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, but the storm is already here, pouring down hard enough that we’re completely drenched.
I pull her up without thinking, one hand under her, the other steady at her back. She wraps herself around me instantly, arms circling my neck and something about the way she does it so automatically blows me away.
As if this is us now.
As if she’s claiming me.
She doesn’t have to. I have a strong feeling that I’ve fallen harder and deeper than I ever meant to.
I walk us around the car, opening the backseat door and throwing her in, following instantly. The heavy rain gets muffled, the loud thuds hiding us here. She looks at me, fire in her eyes.
“You’re soaked,” she whispers.
A silent laugh escapes me as I look at her, her dress glued to her body.
“So are you.”
I take a deep breath to calm down and kiss her jaw, slowly kissing a trail toward her ear, then diving into her neck.
She tastes like something warm and sweet, highly addicting.
Her fingers slide under my shirt, touching me everywhere she can reach and sliding the material up until she’s taking it off me. I pull away for a second and help her pull it over my head.
I don’t even think—I just move. One second she’s pulling me in, the next I’ve got my hands on her hips and I’m dragging her down with me. Her back hits the seat with a soft thud, her breath catching, and I’m already above her.
My knees shove between hers like it’s instinct, like my body made the decision before my brain did. She opens for me without hesitation, and the heat of her legs bracketing my hips nearly knocks the sanity out of me.
I cage her in with my arms, rain dripping off my hair onto her collarbones, the drops making a tiny puddle of rain in her neckline.
My pulse matches the heavy raindrops hitting the car. My mouth hovers over the spot under her ear, devouring her skin there and trailing kisses down her neck, sucking the rain off and fighting the urge to actually sink my teeth in her.
What’s wrong with me for god’s sake? I feel like I want to bite her until she hurts, until she screams.
She’s whimpering in my ear, the sounds making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I quickly and discreetly adjust myself, hoping she doesn’t notice how painfully hard this is getting for me. I’m fighting every cell in my body to not overdo this.
I don’t want to ruin this.
I don’t want to scare her away with the fucked up shit that’s happening inside my head when it comes to fucking.
Her hands are all over my naked back, then she puts her fingers under my belt again, pulling me down into her. I let her tuck me in, no space left between our bodies, the hard ache in my jeans settles right into her core.
She gasps so loud when she feels me there it nearly finishes me on the spot.
I pull away and sit up too quickly, dragging a hand through my hair as I exhale, trying to steady myself. My eyes never leave her.
She stays sprawled across the leather seat, her legs still resting against my hips, her expression caught somewhere between innocence and something far more dangerous.
What the hell is she doing to me.
My lips find her inner knee, pressing slow kisses. A soft sound slips from her, her eyes falling shut, and I don’t stop—my lips tracing a quiet, unhurried path higher.
Her back arches, chasing the contact.
I pull away again, just enough to give her space, just enough to let her stop me if she wants to.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she lifts into me, a silent permission.
My fingers catch the fabric at her hips, pushing it up slowly, watching her for any hesitation. There is none. I drop the control and slide the dress off her body, throwing it on the car floor.
My brain totally blanks out. No thoughts, no air, nothing.
I don’t even know where to look, everywhere seems dangerous and addictive. Her waist, her hips, the way the white lacy fabric sits on her tanned skin. Jesus Christ.
I drag my eyes up to her face but that doesn’t help at all. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing uneven, her eyes locked on mine, uncertain, expectant, like she doesn’t fully understand the effect she’s having on me.
She looks angelic, yet I’d like to do very unholy stuff to her.