27 The Perfect Dandelion (1/2)
How dare he touch her! I should have just gone with my instincts and wrung his neck when I had the chance. I was always against violence but this time he just stepped all over my limits, crushing and burning them on the way. I could feel my arms tensing, fists clenched, I was close to blowing my top, the problem was he was not here so I could show him what a real fight is.
I retained my coolness when he poached my clients, I almost felt he was entitled since he was there when we first started, but he just had to go and touch Kate. I could have accepted anything but that. He obviously does not know this was the biggest mistake he could have ever done.
I was lost in my ramblings and plans on how to make Rob miserable for the rest of his life when I felt a pair of arms go around my waist and a soothing sweet scent reached me and pulled me out to reality. Kate had moved over to me and wrapped her arms around me while shouting my name. Her head was against my chest and with every light breeze, the scent of vanilla emitting from her body assaulted my senses. Weirdly, it had a calming effect on my nerves. I could tell she was barely standing up, her muscles shaking from the effort to support her own weight. When she noticed me standing still, she lifted her head and looked at me with her puffy eyes.
Tears were still running down her face when she left my embrace to grab hold of my right arm. My fists were still tightly closed and only opened at her touch, forcing me to let out an unexpected hiss of pain. She gently moved my hand around on all sides to inspect the injury and before I realized what was happening, we were both sitting down on the rock, together with the cream and disinfectant I bought before.
I stared between her, who was concentrating on my hand, and the shattered window from the car. I could mainly guess what happened, but I could not remember doing it. I felt a ticklish breath of air on my hand and watched Kate blow at my wound while applying the disinfectant. I would laugh if her cuteness was not such a turn-on in such an obviously improper situation. The close contact, her sweet scent, the way she was so concentrated on me although she was struggling to keep her tears away was warming my heart and in return, my desire for her was beginning to make itself know more with each move she made. I could not feel anything else besides our hands touching, the warmth transferring between the two of us and filling up my mind.
Before I could stop myself, my left hand was grazing her red cheek which still felt very hot, my fingers set underneath her chin, gently raising her face to see her eye. Her eye returned my stare and I could tell she was expecting something I was ever so glad to procure for her.
My touch, my breath, my heart were already under her control. The intelligence I prided myself with and my self-control were all thrown out the window happily when I was facing her. Without hesitating, I took her lips in mine and the tip of my tongue made its way toward her own in a dance known only to us. Her smooth skin felt wonderful underneath my fingers as my uninjured hand slid towards her back and pulled her closer to me, raising in the process her almost nonexistent piece of clothing higher towards her center.
Despite the pain, I secured her closely to me, enjoying the heat permeating through the clothes, among us. My fingers touched her smooth skin underneath the skimpy dress and I could fell her shiver, but I knew this reaction was not one of dislike but of desire. She melted into my arms, one of my hand grabbing hold of her thigh while the other pulled her into an even tighter embrace. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was labored as much as mine was, and her arms found their way around my shoulders, holding on tightly.
A small whimper left her lips and her body fell in my arms completely drained of energy. I barely managed to stop myself, my mouth was busy tasting her heartbeat underneath her chin, the smooth skin tantalizing me with its fragrance making it harder for me to take control of my desires.
”I believe it's time to go home.” It pained me to let go but it was already past midnight and I still had to clean the glass from the passenger front seat so she could sit there. I pulled a jacket from the car and wrapped her up in it to allow her to lay for a bit until I was done with the cleaning.
”I need to change. I need to become stronger for myself and those around me.” She whispered while sleepily looking at my back. ”I often feel like if I'm in a garden full of beautiful, refined flowers and I am only a dandelion, a simple weed fated to be overlooked. One of which there are thousands in existence at every step. With no tempting perfume, I am deemed useless unless I bloom beautifully.”