Chapter 10 – Then He Was Gone

Two matinees, lunch, then another matinee, dinner and then five games at the bowling alley later; Paul and Mila were too busy laughing and having such a great time they couldn't believe it was already eleven o'clock at night. Paul had driven her back home in his pick up and she invited him in to have something to drink before he had to patrol. She'd tried to convince him several times he should get some rest before his patrol, but he kept saying no.

Paul sat on the couch with Mila as he shook his head and chuckled at her when she called him stubborn for not going home to get rest before patrol. "I'm not stubborn. I'm just surprisingly not tired. I'll probably be dragging ass tomorrow when I get off patrol, but I'll get a little sleep before work."

Mila laughed as she shook her head at Paul. "Oh you're definitely stubborn. What time do you have to go on patrol?"

Paul took Mila's left wrist as he looked at her watch before his hand slid down to hers. "I know this is going to sound really childish, but is it okay if I hold your hand?"

Mila smiled softly. "I don't think any harm would come from it." She smiled softly when he pushed his bigger fingers between her smaller ones as he leaned back against the couch cushions. The warmth from his hand spread up her arm as she slightly leaned against his arm with her head on his shoulder. It was nice and comfortable; she'd never felt so relaxed in all her life.

Paul looked down at Mila and couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his chest. Was he ACTUALLY falling for her? He suddenly remembered she'd asked him what time he had to patrol. He cleared his throat softly as her blue eyes turned up to look at him. "I don't have to go on patrol until about three in the morning. So I've got a few hours."

Mila shook her head. "Are you sure you don't want to go home and lay down. You're going to be really tired. Or you can even lie across my couch or maybe even go lay down in the spare room."

Paul could feel his heart flutter slightly at her sweet offer. Damn he felt like such a girl. "That's sweet but really I'm okay. I'll be fine; I promise." Paul couldn't help but let a smile adorn his lips and she returned the smile.

Mila was counting the shiny flecks in his eyes and before she knew it she had pushed her face towards his and pressed her lips against his. What she found there wasn't something that she had anticipated. In fact, it scared her; but in a good way.

Mila's eyes snapped open and she pulled back. Even though every fiber in her being was pushing her closer to Paul, wanting, aching, needing more of him. Whereas her rational sense tried to make her see that an impulsive deed isn't always the right thing. In fact, it almost never is. And this was included. Both of them were staring at each other and she could see the gears in his brains as they were working overtime, hoping to find an explanation. Mila slowly put distance between the two of them and regret washed over her.

What had she done? She couldn't believe she'd actually kissed him. What the hell was she thinking? Now more than a few hours prior had he confided in her the story of his wife and babies double murder and here she was kissing him. If he never came near her again she wouldn't have anyone but herself to blame.

"Ummm." Was all she could get out when suddenly Paul's eyes fell on her. Only this time, there was no confusion, there was determination and before she knew it he had put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss.

This one was different. When it came to passion and length; somewhere deep inside she knew it wasn't a good idea but it was so hard to not react when Paul did that thing with his...Oh wow!

Mile felt the pit of her stomach tighten and she grabbed his shoulders pushing her body closer to him. Screw the consequences; she was pretty damn sure that for now they could forget about it all and just focus on the two of them, rights here, right now; in their heavy lip lock.

Paul was a pretty damn good kisser. His hot lips drew out sounds and feelings Mila didn't even know she had in her. Not to mention his hands. They were burning a hole through the fabric of her clothes and she could feel her skin yearn for even more. She wasn't sure whether that was such a good thing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and their chests collided together. Her breasts were crushed against his solid chest and she could feel the thumps of his own heartbeat as they matched hers. Mila hissed as he bit down on her lower lip. She automatically opened her mouth and his tongue moved inside caressing hers with a series of toe-curling-hallelujahs. Mila hadn't realized she was straddling him but once his hands disappeared beneath her shirt she had forgotten all about that. The only thing that mattered right now was his hands and his lips.

When Mila said that Paul had a fan-fucking-tastic body she hadn't realized it was truly very...fuckable! He was hard in all the right places, pun intended! And the freaking amazing part, it was all because of her. And partly because he just had a good reaction to her. But hey, it was all because of her. A very strange happy feeling occurred and she put her own hands beneath his shirt, feeling up his chest. His muscles contracted beneath her fingertips and he pulled his lips from hers and their eyes met. Both of them were heavy with lust and she realized that she liked it.

Mila closed her eyes again and pulled him in for another kiss. She wanted to feel every single part of him, the good, the bad, and the blemished. Everything! And to say that Paul was making it fairly easy for her would be an understatement.

Mila wasn't sure how, or when but at some point her was lying on the couch, her shirt discarded as Paul hovered over her. His heavenly weight pressing onto her made her smile and she tugged at the hem of his shirt, urging him to get rid of it. It joined her shirt on the floor a few seconds later. His hands roamed all over her skin, leaving a trail of hot fire that licked her skin till it cried out. His lips were drawing a path down to her throat and nipped at her collar bone. Mila was sure he was leaving marks but that was probably to compensate for the fact she was leaving enough marks on his back as her nails dug into his skin. His tongue darted out to ease the pinch his teeth caused and her back arched into him. He grabbed hold of her hips when his lips reached the swell of her breasts. Both of them were breathing so loudly it was almost embarrassing but she supposed neither of them truly saw the shame in that because no matter what she did she couldn't stop.

She just couldn't.

Mila tried to spur him on, to stop him from teasing her but it was as if he couldn't hear because he just kept continuing in this dreadful slow pace that would've had her undone in less than a few minutes. Mila's bra strap fell of her shoulder and she could feel his mouth work wonders in the valley between her breasts as she lifted up her body so he could undo her bra and pull it off; it was forming a barrier between the two of them. The discerning object was flung to the floor and his mouth latched to her nipple. The wave of pleasure she felt made her fist his hair in her fingers.

Paul's blackened lust filled eyes looked up into her indigo eyes when suddenly both of them froze. Her nipple fell from his mouth as his eyes remained locked onto hers.

Oh shit!

Something had changed. The earth had shifted. Gravity wasn't where it had once been. Immediately she watched as a thousand and one different emotions flooded Paul's beautiful ink black eyes. He jumped up off of her as if her body had caught on fire and he was scared of being burned alive.

Two seconds later, Paul was already dressed while Mila was still fumbling with her bra. The embarrassment making it so fucking hard to think rationally; what had just occurred between them? With Paul of all people! She felt her throat constrict with emotions and she hooked up her bra when suddenly Paul flung her shirt in her face. Mila was able to catch it before it fell and she mumbled 'sorry' incoherently before she shrugged it over her head.

"I have to go." Were the ONLY words he uttered and suddenly he was gone from her house.

Mila felt hot. Incredibly so, and having him pull away at such a point wasn't only painful for him. It was for her too. Not to mention that the heavy feeling of rejection stung badly. All she was left with were the memories of the night's activities and the burning sensation he'd left against her lips and skin.