“Mila?”
“Why don’t all the tattoos on your arms have color?” She moves her fingertip back and forth along the length of my arm, goosebumps rising in its wake.
Taking a deep breath and telling my dick not to get hard over her petting me, I think a moment. “I don’t really know. I guess I just didn’t think about adding color to them.”
“I like the ones with color,” she admits, turning her head to face me. “Especially the one on your thigh.” She blushes.
Fuck, she’s cute. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers in a swift kiss, then grab her hand. “Follow me. I have an idea.”
Grabbing some supplies from my backpack I take into the shop, I drag her back to our bedroom. Thunder rumbles outside, and I wonder if we’ll lose power. I think I still have the apple-scented candle in my bedroom that Emma gifted me when I moved in. It didn’t matter that I was just switching apartments, or that at the time I was going to live alone, Emma made sure I had some pieces of home.
Lighting the candle, I grin at Mila.
“Why are you smiling?” She looks at me with a curious expression.
I quickly shrug off my shirt, then slide down my shorts, standing before her in my boxer briefs. Tugging my hair free, I shake it loose and let the strands fall and graze my shoulders. I feel Mila’s gaze roaming across my body.
When I step toward her, she takes a tentative step back. Quirking a brow, I snake my hand out and grab her waist. As I tug her into mybody, I lift Mila in my arms and take her lips with mine. It feels like the first time every time I kiss her. They’re soft and full, and I can’t get enough of the feel of them against mine. The moment she groans, I slide my tongue against hers, slowly exploring her mouth. Her fingers thread into my hair, holding me in place as she rolls her hips against mine.
Pulling back, I nip her bottom lip and toss her on the bed. Her shocked expression quickly turns into amusement. “That wasn’t very nice.” She gives me what I imagine she thinks is a stern look.
“I’m going to make it up to you,” I promise, climbing onto the bed.
“How are you going to do that?” she questions, shuffling back toward the pillows. The blue shirt rides up her thighs, and I’m dying to get back between them.
Smirking, I hold up the package I brought in with me. “I’m going to let you color in my tattoos, and then I’m going to fuck you, slow and sweet.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up, hands reaching for the pack in my hand with enthusiasm.
Fuck, I don’t deserve her.“I might have to fuck you first,” I admit and pounce on her.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Mila
“You are a lunatic!” I laugh as Kash’s large body crashes onto me. His arms bracket on either side of my head, keeping some of his weight from crushing me.
He raises his head from my chest and looks at me with amusement. “Yes, but I’myourlunatic, and don’t you forget it,” he replies, kissing my nose.
Shaking my head, I push him to lie on his back. As he moves, I sit up and straddle his lap. “How could I forget?” I grin, leaning down to kiss where my lips lay on his neck. Knowing that he put my kiss there permanently gives me a warm feeling in my chest. It makes me feel special. It makes me feel seen.
A flash of lightning flickers beyond the window, illuminating the room, followed by a rumble of thunder. “Better get to coloring before we lose power, Sunshine.”
Pulling out a yellow marker, I concentrate first on one of the tattoos taking up a portion of his rib. There’s a large tree with heavy branches, and a trunk that curves up his side. I have no doubt it hurt; there’s no way it didn’t. Behind the tree is what looks like the moon, and as I trace the marker around the circular area, I feel him shiver beneath me. Meeting his gaze, I look at him with concern. “Is it cold?”
“Opposite actually.” He gives me a lopsided grin.
Rolling my eyes, I swap out the yellow for a red marker, adding flowers to the edges of the smaller lined branches for a pop of color. “Why’d you get this one?” I ask, pulling out a green one next to add some grass underneath.
Kash squirms underneath me, his eyes focused on my movements. “Trees are sturdy, you know? Their roots stretch deep into theground, holding on for dear life.” He shifts beneath me, and I feel his hardness resting at my core. Rocking my hips just a bit, I tease him with the movement.
His eyes flash to mine, nostrils flaring. “Unless you want to cut coloring time short, I suggest you watch how you sit, baby.”
A flash of heat courses through me, and suddenly I’m not so sure I want to continue coloring. The rain is picking up outside, and I’m about to make a comment when the thunder cracks loudly in the sky, making me jump. Sitting up quickly, Kash pulls me into his arms, the marker now squished between us.
“Do you think—” I start to ask about the lights when they go out, bathing us in darkness.
Pulling me tighter against his chest, Kash slides his hands up my shirt. Well, his shirt, but I’ve been wearing it since we got out of bed the first time. My body lights up as he trails his fingertips across my back, to my shoulders, and down my arms. Lightning flashes in the sky, the room only visible by the small flame from the candle he lit.
