Page 26 of Melt for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 1)

"No ma'am." She looks between me and Rani until finally she slumps and closes her eyes.

"Okay."

"Okay? You're going to come home with me?"

"Yes."

"Rani you heard her. Tell her mom she's coming home with me."

"Fine," she moves closer to me and sticks her finger up, "but if you hurt her, I'll hide your body so good they won't even think you're dead and as the future wife of a police officer I know how to get away with it."

She whirls out of the room leaving me and Milly alone. I grab her right away and pull her to me, burying my face in her neck. "I miss how you smell."

A shiver racks her body.

"You're wearing my shirt."

A blush stains her cheeks and runs down the soft slope of her neck until it is hidden under the edge of the collar of the shirt. She makes a little sound somewhere between a whine and a whimper. It drives me crazy. The fact that she put my shirt on when we were apart drives me even crazier.

The last thing I should be thinking about is getting her home and recreating the night right before the murder where she was curled up with me in nothing but a pair of panties.

"Jag, I don't know if...," I stop her before she can tell me she doesn't think us doing this is a good idea. I lower my lips until they find hers. It begins as just a way to stop her from doubting but it soon turns into so much more. Soft lips, wet tongues, the scent of her enveloping my head, making me forget all the good sense I normally have, she makes it all happen with nothing more than a kiss.

"Alright guys! This doesn't bode well for Milly coming back in the same condition she leaves here in." Milly pulls away from me at the first words out of Rani's mouth. Staring down into her eyes I can't help but smile. I can tell she felt it too.

Once Rani comes back and starts helping Milly pack it doesn't take very long before I have her bundled up and in the car with me. The scent of her sweetness fills the cab of the jeep and goes straight to my cock. That kiss. It was everything I never knew I was missing. It also told me something. There is no way I can do without this girl.

Taking her home with me is just the first step. I need to find a way to get her to stay, to want to stay. I need to make her fall in love with me and then I need to put a baby in her belly so everyone else will know she's mine, that she came home with me, that she chose me. The thought runs round and round through my head all during the drive. Once we pull into my driveway all I can think about is Milly and taking the steps to have her fall in love with me.

Both of us sit in the car waiting. I'm waiting on my fucking dick to go down. I have no idea what Milly is waiting on. I chance a glance over at her and see her staring straight ahead but she's not really looking at anything. It seems we are both lost in our own thoughts.

"We should go in." She gives me a nod.

Her hair is a little damp still from our mad dash run to the car in the rain. Her clothes are also still a little wet. She's still wearing my shirt she was sleeping in with a pair of black leggings that fit her wonderfully. I wonder if she put a bra on before we left.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you."

"Are you wearing a bra?" Shit! Not what I meant to say.

"What?"

"Sorry." Way to make her want to stay asshole. "Sorry."

When I look over, her lips are tilting up. Then she starts laughing and I immediately feel better about being a jackass.

"Yes," she blushes hard but keeps eye contact with me, "I'm wearing a bra."

"That's a damned shame." Her blush deepens. "Come on let's make a run for it."

I open my door the same time she opens hers but when we both round the front of the car we don't start towards the house. Instead, once our hands lock together both of us slow down and move closer to one another. The rain is hitting her eyelashes and running down her face. It's not a cold rain but we probably shouldn't stay out in it for very long.

I pull her closer to tell her that but somehow the action and the thoughts that are weaving through my head get mixed up. I end up pulling her into me and putting my lips on hers for another kiss. As soon as my lips touch hers, I can tell she is just as hungry for this as I am. Her mouth is just as greedy as mine.

Our tongues touch, sliding over one another in simple play. This isn't a kiss like the one in her bedroom that says we both missed one another. This kiss is one that says we want to do something about it. And for a little while that is enough...until it isn't.

Then I cup her face with one of my hands and pull her even closer, turn her head more so I can reach more of her, get more of her taste on my tongue. She wraps her arms around me fighting to get closer as well. My hand lands on her hip as she pushes into the erection I've been carrying around with me since I met her.

I turn her so she's leaning against the front of the jeep and drop my lips down the side of her cheek to the pale column of her neck. Both of her hands go to my hair as I kiss lower and lower. Her leg comes up helping me push her back so that I can nuzzle into the thin shirt stretched over her tits. My hands are at her waist working the shirt up before I can think about this not being a good idea. I have her shirt up and her bra down so that the raindrops that fall strike the beautiful strawberry tips before my mouth does.

Son of a bitch, she's gorgeous! Her breasts heave with every breath and I can't stop myself from going for the enticing peaks and their crinkled bases. The heat from my mouth must feel good to her because as soon as I latch onto one, she's giving me soft little gasps and moans that encourage me to take things further. I tip her back so that she's not touching the ground any longer. Both of her legs are up and wrapped around my hips.

The heat from the engine keeps her warm enough that I don't worry too much about being out in the rain. It will just be for a couple more minutes. I just need a taste of her. Her nails flutter across my scalp as she massages my head while urging me closer and closer to me. Her hot core is riding the ridge of my cock and her hips are mimicking the movement of sex. Thank God I live in a house set away from most other houses on this street and it's dark out.

I switch back and forth between one hard nipple and the other and sometimes I come up for kisses. I could die in her arms right now and be happy I got this far with her, but I don't think it's going to come to that. I think this tiny bit of a woman is going to give to me without asking for anything in return and that makes this all hotter than anything I have ever done before. Milly's generosity and heart make her more special than even she knows. It is something I plan to keep safe and sound for the rest of our lives. Never will she have to worry if someone is going to hurt her again.

"Milly, baby," I mumble the words against her soft skin, "we have to stop. We have to go inside." The last thing I want is to take her on the hood of a fucking car outside for any fucker to see walking by.

Her only response is to pull me closer and offer me more. How the fuck did I get so lucky? And how the fuck can I keep all that I have in my arms right now?

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