“Your lips are still blue,” I tell her. “We’ve got to get you in a hot shower.”
“You need one t-t-too,” she tells me, her chin shaking. I can’t decide if she is just freezing or if she’s in some sort of shock.
I don’t put her down. I just carry her straight upstairs, to my bathroom. I set her down on the toilet and turn the water on, turning back to help her peel off her icy clothes. I can still barely feel my fingers. They are so cold that they almost feel hot against her frozen skin.
“Mila, I’m so sorry. I lost my temper and I saw red and I shouldn’t have been driving like that. I’m sorry.”
She nods. “I know. It’s okay. W-w-we were mad. It’s d-d-done now. It’s okay.”
I pull off her shirt without another word, then help her unclasp her bra. She’s not an invalid, but I know how difficult it is to move my fingers, as frozen as they are, so I know hers are the same. I pull her to her feet and tug her wet jeans off, then her underwear, then point her toward the shower.
“Get in,” I instruct her, as I peel off my own clothes and step into the steam behind her. She’s under the water now, holding her hair back as the hot water breathes warmth back into her bones.
“Oh my god,” she breathes. “This feels so good. It hurts, too, but Oh. My. God.”
Her eyes are closed, but color is returning to her lips. I breathe a sigh of relief and slip up next to her, under the nozzle to her left. She’s right. The hot water is more amazing than it’s ever seemed before.
“Holy shit, that lake was cold,” I mutter as the water cascades over me. Feeling returns to my toes in a thousand painful needles. “Fuck, my toes hurt.”
Mila moans in agreement next to me and honestly, we just stand under the water for another ten minutes, with our eyes closed and without speaking, just enjoying the warmth. When the door fogs over and I am no longer shivering, I turn to Mila.
She is naked and wet and gorgeous, but I don’t care at the moment. All I care about is one thing.
“You thought I was going to hit you,” I say simply. She looks guilty as she turns to me, her skin a healthy pink now.
“No,” she protests quietly. “It was just a reflex. I just reacted.”
“So you didn’t think I was going to hit you?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because you flinched.” She drops her head.
“I don’t know what I thought.”
I suck in a breath at her honesty and am deflated at the same time. Reaching out, I tilt her chin up with my fingers.
“I don’t care how mad I am, I will never hit you. Do you understand?” I stare her in the eye. “Not ever.”
She swallows and looks at me and her eyes are so wide and green. “I’m sorry,” she tells me. “I don’t know why I would think that.”
And there is something in her eyes that gives me pause.
“Did your dad hit your mom?”
The question hangs between us and she stares at me. And then she nods slowly.
“Not often. But sometimes. I saw it a few times. He slapped her, she slapped him. They had a very passionate relationship.”
“Holy shit,” I mutter in shock, before I pull her to me. “Mila, even one time is too many. I will never hit you. I need you to believe that.”
She nods silently, and I see that she’s crying. And I don’t know if she’s crying about her dad and mom or if she’s crying about our fight on the boat.
I drag her more tightly against my chest, dropping my lips to her forehead. She is pressed against me, wet and firm. I slide my hands around her back, cradling her tightly.
“Mila, I will never hurt you. Not like that.”
She nods and reaches for me and just like that, we are inhaling each other, like we need each other to breathe.
Her tongue plunges into my mouth and my hands are everywhere on her body, sliding up and down the smooth wetness of her back, and down over her hips. I suck her lip into my mouth, pulling it with my teeth. She whimpers into me and I inhale it, enjoying the sound.
Desperation hangs heavily around us, a consuming need. I whirl her about, pinning her to the stone shower wall, pressing into her as I plunge into her mouth yet again. I could taste this girl forever and still not have enough.
She brings her leg up and hooks it around my hips. My hands slide up her thighs to cup her ass, her amazingly perfect ass, and she wiggles into me, pushing ever closer. My dick is wedged against her and I know she feels it.
Hard.
Wet.
Warm.
“I want you tonight,” she tells me in my ear. Her teeth nip at my earlobe. “Please, Pax.”
I groan and pull away, looking at her.
“I thought you wanted to wait?”
She smiles an endearing and wicked smile.
“Fuck that,” she says. “I want you now.”
I crush her close again and pillage her mouth, and her lips are so fucking soft against mine. My fingers slip inside of her and she gasps into my mouth, panting softly. She tastes like sunshine.